I don't know about you, but I find Wednesdays to be the hardest day of the week.
It's that awful midpoint day, starting before we've reached the crest of the week and ending before we've really started down the other side.
The energy of the weekend has worn off and the excitement of the next weekend is yet to come.
Whether you look forward or back, the same number of days is there.
Yesterday was a terrible Wednesday. My day started late, and my mind didn't start till even later. I missed my regular Christian group because I was practicing for the only thing on my mind: my English assessment on Thursday. My school day ended late - I did not leave school for nearly three hours after it ended. My brain also decided to switch of early.
Basically, the hardest day of the week was terrible.
And I think, life has Wednesdays, times when looking back and looking forward has the same view and we have worked for something so long, but still have the same amount to go.
The midpoint is where I stagnate, where I wonder what the heck I'm doing with my life, where I begin to lose my focus on what God has for me, not only ahead of me, in Heaven, but right here, right now.
The Wednesdays of my life are my darkest points, my hardest hours and days. My Wednesdays are when I need to call on God the most, but I'm so worn and weary that even calling seems impossible.
But it's ok... because God has promised that when I can't call to Him, His Spirit understands my hidden groans, and calls for me. God has promised that He will be my refuge in the dark hours of my life, and if I will only wait on Him, He will teach me how to fly.
And when I can't see that, when I can't remember that, He sends a little moment in time, a little Gift to remind me.
Last night my sister's puppy was dozing on my parents bed. I picked her up and carried her through to my sister, placing the puppy into that hollow in the curl of my sister's body. I sat there a moment, the only light streaming in from the door behind me, illuminating the puppy as she licked my sister's face and my sister as she sleepily moved to greet her puppy.
It was just a moment, easily missed, soon gone, but in it was the breath of Heaven, the reminder to keep breathing, because His light can reach into our darkest Wednesdays.
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