How many Mon­days are there in one week?

Record Observer - - Religion -

I must ad­mit I am not up to date with all of the tech­nol­ogy and gad­gets to­day. Just when I think I have some­thing mas­tered, they up­grade it or re­place it with some­thing that I can­not fig­ure out. I guess that is why God gave grand­fa­thers grand­chil­dren.

It started on a Mon­day morn­ing and I thought I would use the lat­est tech­nol­ogy and or­der some­thing on­line from Sta­ples and then go over and pick it up. I would save a lot of time and it would look like I knew what I was do­ing. I love it when a plan comes to­gether.

I must say it was ver y easy to give them my money on­line, just a lit­tle too easy for my com­fort.

Then I went to Sta­ples to pick up my or­der. When I got there, un­for­tu­nately, I had or­dered the wrong prod­uct. I wanted black ink and I or­dered, by mis­take, col­ored ink. I had plenty of col­ored ink but I was com­pletely out of black ink.

When I found out that I had made this er­ror, I was be­side my­self. Be­lieve me, stand­ing be­side me is no pic­nic.

I went to the cus­tomer win­dow and ex­plained to them my prob­lem, which they were most gra­cious to help me with and can­cel the or­der and re­fund my money. Be­ing elated I then went and picked up the black ink that I wanted for my printer.

I do love it when a plan comes to­gether.

I re­mem­ber my grand­mother say­ing, “As your Mon­day starts, so shall your week end.” Driv­ing back to my of­fice, I chuck­led to my­self think­ing that maybe good old grand­mother was wrong on this one.

Get­ting to my of­fice, I be­gan to put the ink car­tridge in my printer only to find out that, al­though I had black ink, I had the wrong ink car­tridge! When will Mon­day end!

I started out the day try­ing to save time and trips, now I had to go back to the store and ex­change the wrong car­tridge for the right one. I am not sure, but I think I heard some snick­er­ing be­hind the cus­tomer win­dow, but I re­fused to look in their di­rec­tion. They can keep their snick­ers to them­selves.

Driv­ing back from the store I thought again of my dear old grand­mother. Per­haps, looking at my ex­pe­ri­ence to­day, she was ab­so­lutely right.

When I got back to the of­fice, I re­mem­bered I had an appointment to take my truck in for a check up and new tires. So, back into town I went think­ing about dear old grand­mother.

The end re­sult of the truck in­spec­tion was to cost me an arm and a leg. How do they ex­pect me to drive my truck with­out an arm or a leg?

I was so happy when Mon­day was over think­ing that the worst of my week con­cluded. The next day I had a doctor’s visit. It was one of those an­nual vis­its that you have to take so that the doctor can feel good about his doc­tor­ing. As much as he ex­am­ines me, he can never find any­thing wrong with me. I am sure glad he is not a psy­chi­a­trist.

As he was looking at his chart, he looked up at me and said, “You haven’t had a blood test in over a year.” With one of those doctor smiles, he said, “I’ll have my nurse set up an appointment for you.”

Of course, it would have to be the next day be­cause of what they call their “fast­ing rules.” I asked the nurse if that in­cluded coffee. Of course, it did and then I said, “Are you sure you want to see me be­fore I have my morn­ing coffee?”

I came in the next morn­ing feel­ing a lit­tle ner­vous be­cause, one, I didn’t have my morn­ing coffee, and two, Ms. Drac­ula was go­ing to poke me with a nee­dle the size of the Em­pire State build­ing and suck all the blood out of my body. Talk about be­ing a ner­vous wreck!

Stum­bling out of the doctor’s of­fice, I headed for my truck and drove di­rectly to McDon­ald’s to get my morn­ing coffee.

I set­tled down in my of­fice and be­gan to think that this week is over as far as the prob­lems are con­cerned. As I drove home for lunch, I no­ticed the new wheels on the truck shiv­ered and so I had to take it back and have them check it.

Ev­ery once in a while, I have a week where ev­ery day is Mon­day and this week seems to be one of those weeks. My grand­mother cer­tainly was right. As your week be­gins, so shall it end. My prayer was that it would end very quickly.

I would like to see a week that has no Mon­day in it at all, but that is not go­ing to hap­pen.

My grand­mother was try­ing to ex­plain to me that there are no per­fect days. Some days may be bet­ter than other days, but there are re­ally no per­fect days for us. Just when you think you got ev­ery­thing or­ga­nized, some­thing hap­pens that puts ev­ery­thing in a di­sheveled mess.

Solomon spoke of a per­fect day. “But the path of the just is as the shin­ing light, that shineth more and more unto the per­fect day” (Proverbs 4:18).

Ev­ery­body has their def­i­ni­tion of a per­fect day, but I choose to rest in God’s def­i­ni­tion of a per­fect day.

Rev. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship Ocala, FL 34483 where he lives with the Gra­cious Mis­tress of the Par­son­age. Call him at 1-866-552-2543 or email jamess­ny­ His web­site is www.jamess­ny­der­min­

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