A Good Sunday

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

Joseph Addison

 Another week of worry, tension and such on many fronts. But the mornings were cool, like mountain mornings before the heat returned again by noon to play oppressor in our already exasperating lives. I have to out in early mornings and evenings now dressed in long pants and tall socks due to the “no-seeums”. They never bother DH but in a few minutes make my legs both look and feel like fire.

This weekend my sister was driving out alone with her dog to be permanently located in Indianapolis. We were both very tearful about this and she wasn’t sleeping which worried me about the drive. Bottom line is she was awake at 3 am on Saturday and just got up, packed and pulled out without waiting for Sunday. I did not know until midmorning when she texted she had just passed St. Louis, but I had a feeling.

 With potent preoccupation all day, I worked over the house. DH pitched in as we have been on the road or the phone so much the house was a wreck. We divided chores and took in on shaping things up. By evening so much was done including dragging out the pumpkins and change the table to autumnal hues. DH asked if it weren’t too soon, and yes, it was by about two weeks. But it felt good to think of a good change, a heading into autumn and escaping this summer’s heat and hassle.

So today is a Sunday as Sunday should be. Quiet. Restful.  Gloriously recharging. Feeling caught up for at least 12 hours or so before a new week begins.

The point I'm trying to make is that you go to church on Sunday. But the real Christ is out there in your life every day, whether it be the guy you help on the street, how you live your life, and your countenance that makes people want to be you.

                                                                                                                                Jim Caviezel