Spring has sprung! Today is feeling like the most Monday-est Monday of all Mondays. Not really. But you know when crazy things happen, you say, that feels like a Monday problem? No? Ok, maybe I’m the only one. I’m ok with that.

That being said, coming fresh off of Holy week, I have to say, I’m not bothered by these Monday problems today like I would normally be. Last week I was lamenting about how anxious I was feeling, how overwhelmed by all the to do’s of this last part of senior year before the big graduation all the in addition to the everyday, mundane things that I already do, with work on top of that. But then, I walked into my church Thursday night for our Maundy Thursday service, and I sat and listened and read and took it all in and all of the to do’s, all of the things, all of the work, didn’t feel so big anymore compared to what Jesus did for me on the cross. That feeling stayed with me throughout the weekend. We celebrated as a family on Saturday because sometimes that’s what fire families do (in case you are new here) with dinner, a rowdy game of spoons, and an easter egg scavenger hunt (that took over 20 minutes because my clues were *fire and they rhymed (I’m a poet so they had to rhyme). And then Sunday came. I was overwhelmed by the resurrection like never before. The singing and worship, the sermon, surrounded by my family and my church family, was indescribable. I hope I carry this feeling with me and that it doesn’t disappear. Jesus gave it all for me, a sinner. What a wonderful savior.

This all makes my Monday problems not feel so bad. Like currently wondering if the giant racoon that almost got me killed(or more accurately would have broken my wrist if I didn’t let go of my dogs leash this morning) is having babies under my shed or if it just ran there to escape my dog running after it. My dog who freezes and points at bunnies leapt off my porch to chase what at that time I didn’t even see. It wasn’t until we were back inside that I looked out the kitchen window and saw it. I mean is this really even a Monday problem. A broken wrist definitely would have been a Monday problem, but alas, I’m all good. Just got my heart racing on the early side today. And now we just have to figure out if that fat racoon was just running under the shed to hide or if it has made a home under there and is going to birth many raccoon babies. I sure hope not. And as far as the to do list and all the senior stuff goes, it will all get done and won’t get done any faster if I am anxious about it. One thing at a time. One day at a time. God is in control and on this funny Monday, He has shown me how great He is and how small I am. I am so thankful for his grace and his mercy.

On another note, it’s still Poetry Month and while I have been writing a poem a day, I have been having the hardest time following through on posting them on Substack. I thought I would share my poem for 4/5 here as it really goes along with all that I wrote about, minus the raccoon. The prompt for Easter Sunday was a safety poem. I hope you enjoy it.

Jesus

He overlooked the danger

that surrounded him

to save me, a sinner.

Because of His great love,

He suffered

so I could have eternal life

with Him, because of Him

He paid the cost

at the cross