I really do love Sundays. Even if they aren't very "restful" in the usual sense of the word. They are different from every other day of the week, and that makes it somewhat restful.
We go to church every Sunday. We don't always leave home happily, but we are always grateful when we get home that we went. It's good to spend time thinking of things other than the usual, day to day junk we have to deal with in the world. It's good to worship with people you love ( and we LOVE our Ward...awesome people there). It's good to sing a hymn...or five. I play the organ, and sometimes I sing while I play. When we sing a song that the little people are familiar with, I love that I can hear my friend Normandy singing at the top of her six-year-old lungs. I love the time during the sacrament, even though we have a LOT of babies and it's not so quiet, to reflect on my week and what I can do better.
After church, we have Sunday dinner with our local "family"...the friends that are "family that we choose". It's usually pretty basic....we start texting each other Sunday morning: " Ok, I have some chicken, do have some potatoes" Or, "ummm....I can't think of anything, you have any ideas?" Today it's a tostada bar. It started one Sunday when we wanted to hang out together, so they brought their dinner here and we had our dinner and did kind of a potluck. It's slightly more organized now. But only slightly. The few Sundays we don't do this, it feels "off".
Sundays are good. The Lord knows what He's doing, that we would need respite from the world's junk and a designated time to think about eternal things. "Remember the Sabbath Day, to keep it holy." A commandment for which I am thankful.
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