Lately I have been trying to make Sunday a time of rest. Not easy, as I think of those loads of laundry, and a porch that needs sweeping, and I feel guilty about reading a book on the sofa. One thing I never feel I should not spend time on is Bible Study. I try to accomplish that, especially if my bible has not been opened for several days.
Childhood memories of Sundays include the drive to my grandma's, family members sitting on the porch or under trees and talking for hours and hours (it dragged by when I was five or six) and a quiet drive back home in the dusk. Going to church was a given. Then K-Mart came to town. And they were open (gasp) on Sundays!!! So we all thought, is it wrong to shop on Sundays, and visit this store where folks were giving up their day of rest? To this day, I feel a little nagging feeling when I shop on Sundays. I think I am going to start listening again.
If I ever wrote a book on growing older, it would be called that...."Listening Again". I observe many of my generation, who have spent their adult lives ceasing to listen to the older people, refusing them the honor of wisdom, and now they are going back. They are listening again. Me too.
God, I want to spend the sunset years trying to listen harder. To you, to your Word, and to the folks who taught me it was right to rest on Sunday.
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"Listening again", how beautiful! I'll buy your book!
I often think of my Sunday's as a child and how sweet they were. Mr Thackery standing at the church door greeting everyone who came through. Hmm, I wonder if that is his job now in heaven. Sunday night dinner? It was either a quart of vanilla ice cream from Dairy Queen, (don't know that you can even get it by the quart anymore), or Rice Krispy Treats!
Yep no stores on Sunday. We had to call Mr. Watson to open up the drug store if we needed medicine.
Good idea about all my posts being a Diary of sorts. Have no idea how to round them all up.
Nancy Jo
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