I want to sing songs of thanksgiving and praise with a roomful of like-minded people to the One who pursued us and saved us and guides our lives.
I want to see the familiar faces of my church family and receive the love and encouragement that they give me.
I want to be still next to my husband, the Word of God open between us, as we take in the message God has given to our pastor so that He can instruct us, convict us, and change us for the better.
Stu delighted me with his outfit choice. He took "dressy casual" to a new level. I adore my children's style confidence!
Our Family Pastor delivered the message in Psalm 121. Verses 1-2 are the ones that really struck me this time.
"I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth."
When I need help, guidance, or just somewhere to turn, where can I go? Straight to the source. To the very same One who made the vast, mysterious heavens and this earth. It's an easily glossed-over portion of the passage because it's familiar, but one of my favorite things about scripture is how every single time I read the same verses, they fall on me differently and bring new applications. The God of the Bible is so unique and wonderful this way.
Rosie made a fun craft.
We weren't on the schedule to teach Sunday School this week, so we were only there for one hour. Since we had a bit more time, we finally made it to the grocery and stocked up!
I mentioned to J that I'd been craving Frito pie, and I asked him if it would be criminal to pick up a can of chili to quickly and simply make it. He gave me "the look". His "are-you-kidding-me-why-would-you-buy-canned-chili-when-I-can-make-you-chili-from-scratch?" look. So we re-routed the shopping expedition so we could grab the necessary elements.
We came home and unloaded everything, then he and I set to work. I got to play sous-chef, which is always fun for me. He and I enjoy cooking together quite a bit. We make a pretty good team. I helped him wash, prep and chop the fresh herbs and vegetables, and he set to work cooking it all. It was so beautiful in the pot even before he started any sort of sauce. I told him he could stop at that point, and I'd be perfectly content to eat the cooked meat and vegetable mixture on a tortilla and call it dinner.
He and I both love to cook. I am thankful that we have that in common.
We served Frito pie for dinner and had a quiet evening together to close out the day. The kids and I played school again for a bit. We also worked on reading some books to the kids to finish up their current reading log for our library reading program and then got our little sweeties to bed.
I truly enjoy the slower pace and rejuvenating qualities of a Sunday. It's only magnified on a Sunday when we're all together at home.