One of the few things I love about the #ShelterInPlace is the stillness of Sunday mornings. No hustle and bustle to get out of the house.
No double-checking for forgotten phones, class workbooks or bibles.
Just stillness.
Awaking to gather to worship.
The boys huddled together listening to the sermon. Often humming the songs.
The eyes of my parents fixed on their own worship service, their minister, and their own fellowship announcements.
Then there’s us.
I usually join Victor midway through worship after my daily work calls. The information on the calls is generally worrisome but I leave it behind to go worship.
Sitting by his side.
Praying.
Singing.
Hoping.
Trusting.
It’s Sunday.
It’s quiet and reverent.
And while I desperately miss the fellow saints, I am enjoying these moments to pause and experience God in this way.
No double-checking for forgotten phones, class workbooks or bibles.
Just stillness.
Awaking to gather to worship.
The boys huddled together listening to the sermon. Often humming the songs.
The eyes of my parents fixed on their own worship service, their minister, and their own fellowship announcements.
Then there’s us.
I usually join Victor midway through worship after my daily work calls. The information on the calls is generally worrisome but I leave it behind to go worship.
Sitting by his side.
Praying.
Singing.
Hoping.
Trusting.
It’s Sunday.
It’s quiet and reverent.
And while I desperately miss the fellow saints, I am enjoying these moments to pause and experience God in this way.
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