I’m realizing that it’s no surprise that Sundays are the hardest. They’re usually my only day off, so I try to enjoy them, yet they are the hardest on the heart and emotions. I think this should be no surprise because most Christians gather on this day at some specific time as the body of Christ, to worship our King. And because of that, I believe Satan is near, prowling around for someone to destroy. You may not believe in that “spiritual warfare mumbo jumbo”, but I do. I don’t mean that the devil made me eat that whole container of Ben and Jerry’s. I mean the real stuff…that even though we as believers strive to follow Christ every day, and we struggle at it every day, it is on the day that we gather with the saints that is the biggest struggle. It feels peaceful and encouraging to worship our Lord amongst brothers and sisters. It is like nothing else. But it is when we get alone, for those of us that struggle with loneliness and doubt…that is when the attacks and lies come. At least for me, but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard the same thing from many others. One of my friends calls it the Sunday blues.
So, I’ve come to expect Sundays to be hard. I love them because I get to see my church family, and for right now it is a new church family which is crazy amazing, yet crazy scary. I still love it, though. But it is during the rest of the day that I must put my shield up and apply the truth that I have been given that morning. For in the truth of the Gospel, there is hope, and my hope shall rest in none other but Thee. And if it does rest in something or someone else, then it will be much, much harder. It will always be hard, but with the truth on my mind and heart, I can do battle on these lonely Sunday nights.
“My deepest awareness of myself is that I am deeply loved by Jesus Christ and I have done nothing to earn it or deserve it.” Brennan Manning