Proof of God's existence is found on Sunday mornings...and I don't mean in church, though that is a fabulous place to meet with Him as well. I'm referring to the peace that Sunday mornings bring into my life.
No matter how late I like to sleep on Saturdays, I'm always nudged awake early each Sunday by an internal alarm. I lie there, curled up in my blankets and breathing deeply of the fresh air that wisps through my open window, and I am ready to face the day. Crawling out of bed is not a chore on Sundays, but something I look forward to with anticipation! After throwing on my tennis shoes, I'm quickly out the door before any needed tasks can claim me.
As daylight is only beginning to brighten the sky, I stroll through the neighborhood and watch it come alive. This time of day, when most of the world is still sleeping, is my refuge. I revel in the quiet...I live for the silence of the city.
When breakfast time nears, I head to the local market for oatmeal cookies and fruit. This is my reward for making it through one more stress-filled week. On my way out I pause and smell the array of bouquets at the flower stand, breathing their scent deeply in...one more stop at the coffee shoppe, and I am headed home.
The remainder of my morning is spent cuddled under a blanket in my favorite chair...I sip my coffee, nibble my cookies and alternate between reading and staring out at the water. A sigh usually escapes...this is heaven.
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Sounds as if you really know how to enjoy a Sunday morning! I might just go grab myself a cookie too!
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