You can feel it; it’s Sunday. There’s something different in the air on a Sunday. It’s like our minds and bodies chime to the internal clock of the day of rest—hibernation in human form.
I have had jobs that required me to work on Sundays. There was even a different air at work on a Sunday compared to the rest of the workweek. I disliked working on Sunday’s and the older I got, the more I resented them. I’m not joking when I tell you I love Sundays and especially at home. Even if I’m working on laundry, a nice meal, or raking leaves such as my plan today, it’s still a day in rest minded mode.
Sunday’s are a Norman Rockwell picture, big wide porches, the smell of fried chicken wafting out of the kitchen, a smile and wave to a passing neighbor while enjoying a chilled glass of lemonade over ice.
It’s a picture of a time back when, but that’s the essence of my Sundays. Sunday’s are meant to be slow and enjoyed. The perfect day to read a book, watch a movie or football while possibly sneaking in a nap.
Psalms 118:24 ESV “This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
I pray that whatever your day holds that you will take some time to go outside and breathe some fresh air, slow down just enough to enjoy all of God’s colorful art on the trees, stand and look up, allowing the sun to shine its warmth down on your face.
It’s a blessed day; it’s a holy day; I hope you can do something you enjoy. Be blessed and thank you for joining me. 🥰
Sunshine On My Shoulder 