It’s Monday again…

Lord,

It’s Monday again.

And everything feels so familiar—

the ticking clock, the quiet house,

the same roads, the same lists,

the same sigh rising from deep within.

But today,

I don’t want to greet this day with dread.

I want to see it through Your eyes.

So I ask You—

sanctify this Monday.

Wrap Your glory around the ordinary.

Breathe purpose into the plain.

Let this be more than a march into routine;

let it be a return to wonder.

Forgive me for rolling my eyes at the start of another Monday. Forgive me for deciding Monday was bad before I’ve let it speak.

You, Lord, make all things new—

even Mondays.

So today,

wake me with expectation.

Give me courage to find beauty

in the things I overlook:

the sound of the coffee maker,

the patter of little feet coming to breakfast,

the mercy of a fresh breath.

Help me believe again

that beginnings are holy.

That the start of a new week

could hold miracles in disguise—

a word of encouragement,

a nudge of purpose,

a grace I didn’t deserve.

Lord, if I go to work, go with me.

If I stay home, stay beside me.

If I feel tired, be my strength.

If I feel empty, be my well.

Remind me:

This is the day You have made—

not just the Sundays,

not just the holidays,

but this plain, overlooked, beautiful Monday.

Let me rejoice in it.

Make me alive in it.

Meet me in the middle of it.

And let this be the best Monday I’ve ever known,

not because everything is perfect,

but because You are present.