Something about Sundays...



Something about Sundays Pose!



Have you ever noticed how present Satan is around 8 am Sunday and how absent he is as the morning goes on?  There is just something about Sunday isn't there?  Satan hates God, hates those of us that love God, and gets all stirred up in desperation on the days we set aside to fully embrace time with God.  He makes our eyes heavier, whispers excuses of why we should just take the day to ourselves, causes commotion in the getting ready, turns every traffic light red on the way, makes your heart sad when your hubby is home sick and continues to whisper its okay to not go without him.... etc. etc. etc.  He is a busy dude on the Lord's day.

But, every week, I am amazed at how quickly the whispers leave, we make it in just the right amount of time, and suddenly, even knowing Todd is home still in recovery mode, everything seems, I don't know, just as it should be.  The music stirs my heart, the word screams at my heart, and I leave there feeling renewed, amazed again that God told the pastor what I needed to hear.  Yes, there is just something about Sundays.

When I was driving back home, my kids were filling me in on what they heard, what they did.  All the while, as one person is talking, someone notoriously is singing a song that was just a part of their worship.  It is remarkable to me every time... because the worship just keeps going.... in the car, in the house... throughout the day.  There is just something about Sundays.

Today as I was reflecting on that, I just got an overwhelming joy inside because I realized Eathan, and every other person I love, you love, we love, that is in Heaven, must have that "There is something about Sundays" feeling every moment of every day.  I can't get my brain around it, but I know it is that way for the word tells me so.  The only difference is a good one... their "There's just something about Sundays" worship and joy is totally, completely, beautifully FREE of Satan and his annoying attempts to derail us.  Now that REALLY blows my mind.

I admit there are days I am ready to be there.  I am ready for the promises I have because I have chosen Jesus.  Not the things I think I deserve... whew... I deserve hell.  Not the things I have earned... I haven't even begun to find a way to be good enough or do enough because I can never do enough or be enough,  But the things I am promised because, like the verse says in Romans, "...while I was still a sinner, Christ died for me!"  One of the best verses in the book that gives me hope and leads my way.  While I was (am) STILL a sinner, Christ died for ME!  And because of that alone, I have the hope Eathan had.  The thing that made him, in his child innocence, have a peace about him that astounded my understanding beyond an ability to really understand.  I have ZERO doubt he dances with Jesus on streets of gold.  And I have ZERO doubt I will someday do the same. 

Sometimes, when things are so, so tough, I wish it were today.  But then God gives me Sundays to defeat the distractor, and experience Him enough in His house on earth, to renew my strength enough to make it to the next "There is just something about Sundays" until He comes for me as He promised, because I chose Him as Lord, because His son loved me enough to die for me.... while I was still a sinner.

 

Pretty as a Picture


     So when we got home today, I took Dramatic Flair's picture.  It isn't a special day to us on December 5th,  It was just a day that her singing in the backseat while we talked about our "Something about Sundays" conversations, was just extra special and I wanted her picture to remind me when the Mondays or Tuesdays seem a little heavier. 














I came in and let my sweet KiKi, Fred, and Charlie lick my face because I am grateful for the simple things 

KiKi the dog who doesn't know she is a dog!

because "There's something about Sundays".  I laughed with Todd and talked football with boys.  I whispered "I love you" through the closed door of my struggling teen daughter and I was nice to the Jehovah Witness that is DRIVING ME CRAZY coming to my door, hoping that while she tries to win me over, instead, I am able to be HIS light to her.... because He is God and He is good and He CAN... and what better day to let Him than on my "There's something about Sundays" joy? 



Charlie - our rescued dog who smiles when we feed him... leterally!







Fred The Dog who sounds like an Exotic Seal



We don't have to wait for Sundays.  Every day He is there.  But, being that He is GOD and all, I have to agree that He sure knew what He was doing when He told us to keep the Sabbath Holy.  He deserves to be our full focus for one day, but also, because of His grace, he KNOWS we need "There's something about Sundays" to get us through the week.  Nugget for the day... if you have forgotten to go to His house in a while... you should go see Him there.  He is so kind and will meet us anywhere, anytime, but man, His house is special.  People aren't different.  They are all flawed and messed up.  But in His house, somehow all the messed up things about us disappear under the beauty of His grace and mercy if we stop looking around in our human view and just look up for HIS view. 

Well... I am off to enjoy the rest of my "There's just something about Sundays" day..... I love you.  I mean that.  In the best way I can through Christ... whether we have met or not.  I love you.

Robin