I walked into the bathroom of a coffee shop in Germantown a few days ago and read the words “It’s never too late to start your day over” painted boldly on the wall. And I thought to myself, hmm, I guess that’s right isn’t it.
Gosh how many times have I needed to start my day over, especially since becoming a mom. It’s too often that I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, already tired, already cranky, ready to take on the day with all of the peacefulness and joy of a rabid dog. What a sad way to start a new morning, a renewal of life, a receiving of His new mercies (Lamentations 3:23).
And you know what? Sometimes I have good reason to wake up cranky. I haven’t slept well, my son hasn’t slept well, he woke up at five, I woke up at five, I’m dehydrated, it’s hot…the list is long and varied. I don’t always have good reason to wake up chipper in the morning, start my day off right. But you know what? That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t. And it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t give myself a do-over, at any time of the day, if things just haven’t been going so well for me.
I find myself snapping at Marshall as we make breakfast. I’m impatient with Shook when he’s asking me for something, wanting me to play catch when I haven’t finished my coffee, asking to be held when I’m cleaning the dishes. I hate it, and I wish I didn’t do it, but more often than I would like to admit, that’s how my days begin.
It’s never too late to start your day over.
Listen to the prophet:
16 He has made my teeth grind on gravel,
and made me cower in ashes;
17 my soul is bereft of peace;
I have forgotten what happiness is;
18 so I say, “My endurance has perished;
so has my hope from the Lord.”
19 Remember my affliction and my wanderings,
the wormwood and the gall!
20 My soul continually remembers it
and is bowed down within me.
This isn’t just a case of the morning blues, is it? This guy is depressed. He is low, he is hopeless. He sounds like he has plenty of reasons to be having a bad morning. Read the rest of the chapter, the rest of the book, and you’ll see that he’s had a rough road. Most of us would be inclined to cheer him on in his lament, man you have every right to complain, let it all out, grab yourself a pint of ice cream and just sit there in your sorrow. If I were in your shoes, I’d be right where you are.
21 But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
25 The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.
26 It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
27 It is good for a man that he bear
the yoke in his youth.
28 Let him sit alone in silence
when it is laid on him;
29 let him put his mouth in the dust—
there may yet be hope;
30 let him give his cheek to the one who strikes,
and let him be filled with insults.
31 For the Lord will not
cast off forever,
32 but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion
according to the abundance of his steadfast love;
33 for he does not afflict from his heart
or grieve the children of men.
Oh how I need this reminder to be able to start my day over. It’s a simple “but,” that’s all I need. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope. Do you need to start your day over? It’s never too late.