Today is Sunday. For years, Sunday has been my favorite day of the week. When I was a little girl, Sunday was the one day of the week we ate fast food! I looked forward to my Burger King french fries so much that sometimes it was difficult to pay attention in Sunday School. Sad, right? Although food was a great source of enjoyment to me at the age of 10, and still is today at the age of… (well, you can read the other pages of my blog and do the math), those french fries were not my only pleasure on Sunday.
When I was real small, my mom’s side of the family always gathered at my grandmother’s house on Sunday afternoon. I loved seeing and playing with my cousins. We had enough in common that our time together was usually lots of fun.
The other highlight of my day was always church. I loved church. I loved listening to the choir, I loved singing along on the hymns, and I loved the feeling that I had when I walked out of the doors of Mt. Calvary Lutheran every Sunday. I was spiritually restored and didn’t even understand that at the time.
Today, Sunday is still one of my favorite days of the week. Some of the joy has spilled over onto Saturday (an additional favorite) now that we worship a day earlier than we used to, but on Sunday, I get to see my family. Every week, we gather at my mom’s and go out to lunch together. It’s wonderful to see my Mom and my brothers and my sister and her family. Sometimes my nephew joins us with his family and we have a houseful of children and fun.
I hope that as time passes our Sunday traditions never change. I look forward to spending special time with the Lord and time with my family every weekend for many years to come.