Hello everyone!
I'm sitting with a cup of VERY strong black coffee looking out into the Northern wrangle pasture where the horses are loving the first day of September and the cool breeze it's brought with it.
I love this time of year, everything is (finally) starting to cool down, it's back to school for what feels like most everyone on the face of the planet-and watching the world change up it's routine is always fun to me.
I've been thinking about the majority of my life on Sundays this morning. Most every Sunday morning since I was a little girl, my mother has woken my sister and I up hours before the rest of the world stirs so that we can make the trek from wherever part of the globe we are currently living in and trundle down the hill to a morning Church Service. No matter if we have been on top of a mountain hours from the nearest town, living in Scotland and freezing to death during the service or in Ukraine living with Christian farmers who were a living example of loving Christ no matter what-My parents made sure that Sunday mornings were meant for worship. I love that this was always such a priority for them, and it started a habit that I wouldn't replace for anything. I use to always grumble about having to get out of bed and put on a DRESS (I didn't always used to be such a girly girl!) and sit for hours after whatever journey it took to get to the service-and now I am thankful for it.
It started a realization from the time I was a baby that Sundays are not just another day of the week. That even if you are on the road heading home from a show, too "busy" or really can't make that church service-to take the time to realize that this is The Lord's Day. Not just another day out of the week that the bank is closed on, and to give thanks an worship in whatever way you can.
This morning, I didn't make the trip down the mountain to go to morning service.... instead I sit here marveling in Gods beautiful big country and worship on my own. And sometimes these Sundays feel like they are the best between God and I. Admiring the great works that He has done and marveling in all the blessings He shows us.
Give thanks, this is the day that The Lord has made.
xoxo
~Adrian
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