It is Monday

The sun has not yet risen and I am preparing for the day, at hand. When we first came down here, I was, nearly, religious about the regimens of my day. I wanted the children to enjoy a nicely made table and all the fixn's in the morning before they went to school.
The beauty of the morning sky, outside my kitchen sliding doors reminded me that God sets such a beautiful table of the sky for us, most mornings and evenings in the sunrises and sunsets. I tried to find a tablecloth for the children with colors that matched my beautiful sky.
Now, that I am working and alot of overtime this week, it has disintegrated into a relative free for all. Everybody eats something. I don't know where that old table cloth went to. I can't find a clean spoon most mornings. People are getting yelled at for not doing the dishes. The normal routine. We still enjoy the beauty of the God's tablecloth on the sky, every morning and it is comforting to know that although our intentions for the years past and the years to come changes and is affected by the vicissitudes, God never changes.
Everyday is a beautifully wrapped present from him. The gray days are wrapped in the gray paper. The sunny days have all of the colors of the rainbow on them. All of the presents under His tree are for me. Each day's gift has something new in store. I am determined to open this new day with relish and throw the paper all over the floor like a child. That is why I blog. It is the paper from my present that I am tossing on the floor.
Happy Monday!