Dear Sunday,
You are here again. You used to be a day I enjoyed. You used to hold such expectations of friends, fellowship, encouragement and connection. However since Millie left, you bring fatigue, disappointments, emotions and suffocation.
Sunday, you are by far the hardest day to meet each week. You should be followed by a day of rest—but one that instead is more often used as a catch up day.
It takes two cups of coffee get me in the car and headed to church. Sheer determination helps me put one foot in front of the next as I enter the building. The worship songs are beautiful and truthful and filled with peace. They are also draining. They suck the energy out of me. They fill my heart, but use so much energy in the process. The preaching reminds me of God’s unfailingly love even through the deepest valleys. It also gives me the encouragement to keep moving on the harder days. To run this race God has placed before me.
After church I crash on repeat. Week after week I come home and head to my bed for a nap and some emotional reprieve. My brain needs that moment of rest before the week starts to demand me to be fully on call. A time where our family is all moving in different directions and there are too many decisions demanding attention.
Yes Sunday you are here again and I’m not sure I’m ready to see you go at least for a few more hours. For now instead I will wake up, greet the family, pile on the couch and just BREATHE in the last few hours of your time.
Blessings sweet friends…
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★
I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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