On the Fourth Day

My eyes typically open these days before the sun.  Today was no exception.  I remembered I didn't have to get up just yet.  It's Thursday.  Not any old Thursday, one that carries special weight.  I hated Thursday's for a really long time.  Five years to be exact.  They brought me the worst news a girl could shoulder that year.  I held my breath on the fourth day of the week.  My word found me a year or so after that. It was what God was trying to write on my heart.  In the hardest of days, it's what He wanted me to grow up to be.  And when I look around this year, and so much time has passed, Thursday's have redeemed themselves.  I got asked to spend the rest of my life with the one who has the most precious heart on the fifth day....a Thursday.  The very same day and date that brought destruction, five years later brought completion.  Healing.   And when I opened my eyes today, there was not hollow and empty.  There was fullness and life.  Any preconceived belief I have ever had in perfection is long since gone.  Life is a battle.  There will always be things not quite okay.  But what is the state of your heart?  What do your eyes see?  Mine see a beautiful do over.  This new chance I've been given.  Love and acceptance and grace, on the good days and not so good days.  A place where I belong.  So on this day, maybe a little more than usual, I woke up and found myself thankful.