There’s something I love about Sunday mornings. I’ve written about Sundays before but every time it rolls around, I can’t help but be filled with joy and peace.
I have a routine on Sunday mornings that starts with sleeping in (and if that’s not a glorious way to start the day then I don’t know what is). Depending on how long I slumber, I might start the day writing or with a cup of tea on the porch. The hubby works and plays music at a church, so it’s just me in the mornings. Sure, I miss driving together sometimes, but I treasure this little window of time. It’s a time when quiet thoughts are welcomed instead of my go-to ignore/avoid, especially when something is bothering me. No, on Sundays the whole day is simply sweeter.
As I drive to church, I play the station with gospel and soul music that usually sings a lot about “getting on the train” of some sort and lots of “glory halleluiahs.” It’s so celebratory and beautiful, I can’t help but smile and feel a calm peace. Last week, they sang about how it’s all going to work out because–Jesus. Simple and true.
During my drive, my route takes me through downtown Raleigh. Families are dressed up in their Sunday best, holding hands as they cross the street to church. My favorite moment in the drive is when I also catch a glimpse of the choir members filing in the building, wearing their long flowing choir robes. I’ve never heard what they sing, so I can only imagine it might include a few hymns written years ago but just as meaningful today.
Finally, I arrive at my church where my friends are playing guitar, mandolin, accordion, drums and bass. Wearing denim and singing about what we have to be thankful for. From the back row, I never bother to stop myself from stomping my boots and swaying to the music while singing along.
Three vastly different styles of music, all with the same purpose–to praise and glorify God.