You wake up. You get dressed for success.
Chic pastel sweater? Check.
Cute hairdo? Check.
Miraculous Medal? Check.
You think this is the day that you’re going to turn some things around and get life pointed straight ahead again…
You even managed to sit the squirming family down to pray Morning Prayer and make that resolution.
You’re sure you see the GREEN LIGHTS ahead…finally!
But, it isn’t 10 o’clock before you’re getting wobbly…and your day’s structure seems unstable all of a sudden because…
Baby threw up on you and so you changed into sweatpants and felt less go-getter…
The teenager back talked and you blew your cap, so you had to add to your Confession list…
…all this before your husband called reminding you that the car must go into the shop in 15 min.! and he forgot to tell you…and isn’t there someone who could pick you (and all 4 kids) up and shuttle you back home?
So…by 11 o’clock you’ve already been buckled onto the rollercoaster of that day as it ratchets up and goes uncontrollable fast and flying back down…with your jaw agape and some high pitched sounds escaping at random between breaths…
Turning to food to feel better for your sorry self you EAT.
It may have been 6 Oreos, another coffee with creamer, a handful of overly salty nuts, a sugar filled juice to fire up your energy, a microwavable hot pocket of frozen who knows what and just one little handful of candy, cause one never hurts….
Then you bonked and hit RED LIGHTS you never saw coming.
You’re back into a cycle of broken and down trodden…that slide back down into the muck.
Just yesterday, Our Lord was triumphantly welcomed to Jerusalem and heralded as King.
Upon the donkey, he trampled the cloaks of the people who chose to lay them before him.
They wagged their palms and said their Hosanna’s…and you did too, but did you let him trample your cloak?
… of independence, the clock of self-righteousness, the cloak of superficialness, the cloak of despair, the cloak of self sabotage, the cloak of uncaring, the cloak of indifference…
Palm Sunday was the start-line of a great trampling…an uncovering and laying down of all of our mess for the Lord to trample this week.
Your problems need trampled and you feel like you can’t even get your cloak off to lay it down.
But He is passing by…now.
I know you want the cloak removed and trampled once and for all, so do I and so does He.
The simple truth is, there’s so much more to starting your day off on the right note than putting on amazing clothes, so much more to creating a new routine that sets up your day to win.
Here at Fit Catholic Mom, I am aiming to give you tools to make adjustments, break bad habits and help inspire you to take up your cross and run with it.
Here's one simple step to help you motivate this week:
Get dressed with intention and let that flow into how you eat, how you interact and how you pray! Know your clothing speaks volumes about your person.
May God richly bless your Holy Week!