I don't know about you, but I've always disliked Mondays because it meant the weekend was over and I had to go back to work. Well, today I missed going into work and felt very melancholy. It was a bad day. But when the mail arrived, in it I found a card from my sweet sister, telling me she loved me and giving me scripture to bring peace and reassurance. I love these words. They're just what I needed.My sister has walked this road before. She knows the fear and uncertainty that comes with losing everything you've worked for. About 5 years ago, she worked in real estate and her husband worked in construction. When the economy turned, she and her husband lost their jobs within 6 weeks of each other. Shortly after that, they lost their home and had to move in with my mother. Several months later, after my sister went back to school, my botherinlaw fell out of a tree, breaking his back and both of his legs. She has been through much worse than what we're facing. She is now on the other side of loss and is an inspiration.The next time I have a job, I'm not going to complain about Mondays.