Day 2: This Is the Day

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THIS ๐Ÿ‘ IS ๐Ÿ‘ THE DAY ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

THIS ๐Ÿ‘ IS ๐Ÿ‘ THE DAY ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

THAT ๐Ÿ‘ THE LORD๐Ÿ‘ HAS ๐Ÿ‘ MADE

THAT ๐Ÿ‘ THE LORD๐Ÿ‘ HAS ๐Ÿ‘ MADE

WE ๐Ÿ‘ WILL ๐Ÿ‘ REJOICE ๐Ÿ‘

WE ๐Ÿ‘ WILL ๐Ÿ‘ REJOICE ๐Ÿ‘

AND ๐Ÿ‘ BE GLAD ๐Ÿ‘ IN ๐Ÿ‘ IT

AND ๐Ÿ‘ BE GLAD ๐Ÿ‘ IN ๐Ÿ‘ IT

THIS ๐Ÿ‘ IS ๐Ÿ‘ THE DAY ๐Ÿ‘

THAT ๐Ÿ‘ THE LORD ๐Ÿ‘ HAS ๐Ÿ‘ MADE ๐Ÿ‘

WE ๐Ÿ‘ WILL ๐Ÿ‘ REJOICE ๐Ÿ‘

AND ๐Ÿ‘ BE GLAD ๐Ÿ‘ IN ๐Ÿ‘ IT

THIS ๐Ÿ‘ IS ๐Ÿ‘ THE DAY ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

THIS ๐Ÿ‘ IS ๐Ÿ‘ THE DAY ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

THAT THE LOOOORD ๐Ÿ‘

HAAAAAS ๐Ÿ‘

MAAAADE ๐Ÿ‘

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Almost every morning at 6am she would wake us up like this. The door would swing open, the switch would snap on, and the light would flood the room. No matter how groggy or crabby we were, she would shake us awake with such vigor and enthusiasm that by the end of her good morning songs we would be singing along with her. It’s one of the few memories I have of Momma where she is distinctly not as weak, pale, or frail as she was in the days leading up to her death, and for that reason, I cherish it dearly.

This morning I woke up pretty much expecting it to be a bad day. It’s the Monday after a five day break, the beginning of the final stretch of the semester, a time for last-minute cramming for quizzing, desperately attempting to raise grades, and feverishly studying for final exams. I could easily go throughout the whole day with a permanent frown on my face. But as I slumped around at the start of the day, Momma’s words rang in my ear, her radiant face to bright for me to ignore. I’ve forgotten the importance of starting my day right, with the joy of Jesus in my heart. The difference it makes in how I treat the rest of my day is immensely evident. So, for the next three weeks of school, I’ll start my morning with a song that reminds me of my crazy, singing, dancing, way-too-energized, morning-person mother. I’ll wake up, smell the coffee, choose joy, rise, shine, give God the glory, rejoice, and be glad because this is the day that the Lord has made.

-Sara Joy

~ by Sara Espiritu on December 2, 2019.

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