It is the day that I get to sleep in - and Corey gets up with the kiddos.
It is the day I get to plan our meals and get our grocery list all ready.
It is the day that I am privileged to go and worship with our Church and dig into the Word together.
It is the day that I prep for meals throughout the week.
I am currently listening to the new Andrew Bird album, making baked oatmeal muffins, and bread and hummus. Sundays are a day of rest. While it seems that my list of activities is anything but rest, I beg to differ. This is my rest. I can relax and knead the dough; the smells of the pumpkin oatmeal puts me in a happy place. Creating yummy and healthy food puts me at ease. Rest can have all kinds of different manifestations. Mine are here in the kitchen.
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In a bit I will have to bite the bullet and do school work, but for right now, I am in my element.
PS--this is an especially special Sunday. It is my dad's birthday. And while we won't be celebrating it until next weekend, I cannot leave him out of this post. Love you Dad!
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