Quiet Sunday ?

Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest,a chance to unwind from the rush of the week and reflect.
Sometimes that works well and sometimes it doesn't. First there is the alarm,jarring me out of what had been a deep sleep and an incredible dream. Then the lazy stretching that never seems to last long enough to do any good. Jump out of bed,into the shower,make up,hair,clothes and then the rush to church. I absolutely LOVE our church and have such a sense of coming home every time I walk through those doors. No matter what has happened during the course of the week,or how bad i'm feeling,3 seconds after I get there,none of that matters,i'm with family. The hugs,the smiles,the honest caring can't compare to anything else. It doesn't hurt that jeans are the normal attire. Either that or leather chaps and Harley jackets...you see,its a Cowboy Church,where come as you are means exactly what it sounds like. Its not about us,its about HIM.
Maybe that day of rest is more a resting of your soul and spirit. Resting for your mind and focusing more on whats really important in our lives.