Once Upon a Sunday Morning

Today was Sunday and I was up and ready for activity early in the morning. I got dressed and started to head over into the brisk temperatures.

Honestly, I was a little bit surprised at just how beautiful the weather was this morning. So I took a walk down to the cemetery and through the backyard area where we are working the ground to get it ready for winter. 

And as I do, while I walk, I pray.

Couldn’t get over the fact that there was no snow yet and this is past mid November. Nor was it in the minus temperatures this morning. Some November mornings can be in the -20s and -30s Celsius. So there was no complaints coming from my lips today.

The sun was coming up and it was looking glorious, burning off the frost and the fog off the ground. So I dawdled and took my time. 

I would have to say that this year my understanding of God and my time with him has certainly been growing.  Even at this ripe old age of 61, #eyeroll it feels like I’m just starting to understand some of God‘s love for me, and for us as his children. My encounters with Jesus have been enjoyable and I would say more like fun than anything else. There is a growing familiarity there that allows me to relax into his presence. Yet still, there is a sense that when it’s time to work, we get to work.  

I am loving our times together and our conversations.  It’s worth every moment I get to spend with him.

Anyway, my time was done and I had to go inside where the kids were already practicing some songs for the upcoming advent season. I guess that’s next up on the calendar.