Sundays

My favorite day of the week is Sunday. The alarm clock wakes us up at 8 AM. We both rush to get ready and leave the house by 8:20. We walk two miles to church. Mr. Miller practices with the worship team for a couple hours, before the service starts at 11. He plays bass, and recently has had the opportunity to sing as well. I, meanwhile, have a quiet time in the auditorium and join a small group of people from church for prayer at 10:15. [Amendment: in December, I started accidentally napping under my coat in the auditorium between our morning walk and the service so we decided it was better for me to just sleep at home and walk to church later by myself.]

After worshiping the Lord through song, being fed the Word, and catching up with our friends, we walk home. That conversation is the best of the week because we talk about the sermon!!! Without fail, much spiritual growth happens on that walk. Once we get home, we eat a big lunch, turn the radio to some game, and take a nap. Eventually, we drag ourselves back into the world of the living to read books, listen to game(s), and talk.

I wonder how Evangeline's arrival will change our Sabbath routine...