I survived Tuesday.
I'm pretty sure that's my sigh of relief every week at this time. Today I realized just how much I dread Tuesdays—the longest day of the week that has me going almost nonstop until late in the evening. The one that leaves me feeling exhausted and scatterbrained, and sprinting as fast as I can into the second half of the week.
But today was a good reminder that I have a lot to be thankful for, and that God is still good, even on Tuesdays.
This morning I woke up cold and tired. With all my heart, I wanted to snuggle up in bed, go back to sleep, and skip my first class of the day. But I knew I had a lot to do today and that I needed to get going, so I got up and got ready, and headed to class on this chilly Tuesday morning.
On my way up the sidewalk, I looked down and saw a black, elastic hair tie.
About a month ago, I was walking across campus one day and had been talking to God, and asked Him to remind me of His presence or reveal Himself to me. I remember looking down in that moment, and, after taking a few more steps, noticing a black, elastic hair tie on the ground.
Now this struck me for several reasons.
First, I can never find my own hair ties. I lose them constantly, and they're never where I think they are when I need them. (Despite that issue, I wasn't about to pick up and adopt this orphan hair tie on the sidewalk).
Two, I may be wrong, but I feel like hair ties aren't typically something you just find on the sidewalk. So seeing this immediately after having asked God for some sort of reminder that He was with me, I saw it as a little reminder of God's faithfulness and reassurance of His presence.
Now I understand that there's really no direct correlation between hair ties and the presence of God; however, I don't want to limit God's creativity, and I believe God can speak to us through little things as simple as hair ties. Since that day, there have been multiple times where I've been walking somewhere on campus and have seen a random hair tie lying on the ground. And every time I see one, I can't help but smile and whisper up a "thanks, God; I see You."
Today was a perfect reminder that I desperately needed. Instead of wishing my Tuesdays away, I can look for the good in my Tuesdays. What a gift it is to be given another day to live, one that cannot simply be rushed through in an attempt to be done with it. So today, at the end of this long, October Tuesday I am full and thankful, because God is oh so good—even on Tuesdays.
