It’s hard for me to believe that it’s January already…

The fall was a blur…the holidays, a whirlwind…and this week has hardly seemed to arrive before it was gone.

Now it’s Friday…and the weekend’s here.

Weekends for us (and many others in the ministry) are the start of the work-week rather than the conclusion. Especially, for us at C3 right now. Tomorrow’s a training day for the theater launch (beginning literally at the crack of dawn) and then Sunday morning - we do it all over again (again literally at the crack of…well, you know).

And then it’s Monday…meetings, planning, tweaking, calling, emailing…recovering.

For me, Mondays are like most people’s Saturdays - only there’s still work to do, I just feel like a zombie trying to do them. I’m expecting this Monday to be crazy-tired, but good…

Good because we’ll have one “theater Sunday” under our belts - good because it’s gonna feel awesome to finally get to be who we are - good because I know the C3 volunteers encourage me with their energy and enthusiasm - good because lives will be changed.

I can’t wait for this particular Monday - because of all it means.

It’s Friday now - and we have a long road ahead of us to get to Monday…

…but I know that when Monday morning gets here, all of it - the work, the exhaustion, the sleepless nights - will just be a reminder of what really matters: the love.

and love…wins.