Sunday mornings are pretty stressful for me. From the moment my eyes open, my mind is rushing. Is the sermon just how I want it? Do we have all the supplies we’re gonna need for the day’s service? Will it all come together? I wonder if “Jack” is feeling well enough to make it today? I hope “Jill” finds the strength to get out of bed today. And on and on and on.
And if I’m not careful, I’ll start thinking ahead to the work week - the meetings, the counseling sessions, the reading, the writing. And all of that just adds to the already heavy weight upon my shoulders.
But today, today is different. This morning I opened my eyes and the first thing I thought about was this past week and how incredible it was - how phenomenal it was to watch them pull that trach from Ira’s neck; how amazing it was (and is) to be around Ira as he discovered a new world; how fun it was this week to just sit and watch him laugh. And those thoughts have calmed me. Those thoughts have given me a peace this morning that I should encounter more often on Sunday mornings. Those thoughts have informed my understanding of the Good News today.
This is the day the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it.
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