Does anyone else feel like Sunday is a breath of fresh air or a sigh of relief? The only bad part about it is the looming thought of Monday on my heels. Don't get me wrong, Mondays aren't all that bad for me, except that I can no long ignore the house or the laundry and Paul goes back to work. I kind of like having him around all the time.
Sundays make me happy. It truly is a day of rest from the world. It makes me stop and think about where I'm at, what I'm supposed to be, and what I'm not doing that I should be doing.
As I watched my little primary kids bear testimony through song and words about the Savior last week I felt the spirit so strongly.
My testimony began here as I sang these exact same songs. The music we sang each Sunday spoke to me the way nothing else could. When I'm having a difficult time I still have the words of primary songs enter my mind. When Audrey gets scared I tell her to sing these same songs, just like my Mom told me when I was her age. I hope that eventually they will sound in her mind when she's faced with a difficult choice or she's just having a bad day.
I sing to Audrey every night. If she's acting up before bed I often threaten with no songs before bed and she shapes right up. It's a good thing because I enjoy singing with her and to her as much as she likes to listen. It's kind of our thing.
I'm beyond grateful for this little family that I've been given and that I get to spend this special day and every other day with them. They are the peanut butter to my jelly.
Look at how cute they are together?
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The best part about Sunday for me is visiting with my children and talking to those of you that are far away. I love face-time! It is also a great day for reflection. Love the pictures.
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