Sunday mornings are a favorite time of the week for me. It’s a slower pace than most mornings and somehow Sunday invites luxurious choices…quieter early morning walks in the garden, savouring coffee a moment longer, dressing a bit more carefully for worship, or if worshipping at home, choosing a favorite outfit for the day. In our cottage I am often the one up a couple of hours before my household. I love the hushed moments of being home while the others slumber.
This morning I went outside to enjoy the early light and explored the things we are growing. We are such novice gardeners and surely learning as we go.
I am ever amazed that things I brought from our Alabama home survived and that kind friends share plants and bulbs and they are coming up again!
I think the experience with the pandemic changed how many families function on Sundays. In our family, traditional Sunday church attendance was just part of our weekly life, like dinner or breathing. When the pandemic came, closures and changes have changed how we focus Sundays. Sundays are our family worship Sabbath, a chosen day for us to intentionally seek God’s guidance in lesson, to praise and have thanksgiving for the gift of a relationship with God and to share time with others and our family.
Today we’re home, Feller and our youngest grown daughter had an event yesterday in Springfield, MO. They came in late, had won “Best of Show”, she’s the owner of @MadishGeckos and I suspected today would need to be a slower day.
Breakfast was locally grown eggs and bacon, on our green cabbage plates. The yolks are so very yellow and the coffee is hot in my favorite cup. Luxury at home.
I love brunches out and there was a time when that was what I consider the best thing ever. Rural life has changed me, I prefer our table at home, the linens I can choose and the pieces of table settings that remind me of a memory or create a visual that makes my heart happy. Eating outside brings sighting of our bunny friends.
Food in our home means that we have carefully chosen the ingredients we put into our bodies. We’ve gathered to have it together. Like the Sabbath, we are intentional about not just what goes into our hearts as well as our bodies. A far cry from the “Lucky Charms” and “Poptarts” culture girl I enjoyed as a younger person.This morning local blueberries out of the freezer added sweetness to our breakfast.
What are you feeding your soul this week? How are you nurturing your mind? What encourages you? What do you hunger for in your life? What are you thankful for? This is what Sundays are made of for me, time with the questions, time spent loving the people, and listening for God’s presence and conversation and reminding myself to rest in His promises.Sunday morning moments
Beautiful. A wonderful reflection of thoughts on the Sabbath.
Sundays are so special, I am glad that we got to hear each other’s voice today. ~Sweetie!
Absolutely beautiful….. Miss you girl.
Oh how I miss living near each other! So hope we can get in a trip to Alabama before fall. xo ~SWeetie!
Sweetie,
You paint an idyllic picture of rural life and I can imagine that it is both a joy and a challenge.
I too am a novice gardener, but am anxious to learn and create my version of a cottage garden. Next year we are going to try raised beds, although I think that will be a huge challenge because of the deer. We will never know unless we try.
For now I have 1 tomato plant 12 sweet potatoes, so far the deer have mowed down 10. They are mighty plants because each time the leaves are eaten off they come back stronger. I am also growing white potatoes in a planter using the instructions and seed potato from a local farmer.
My wildflower meadow is just showing some color, another lesson in patience as I tilled the ground, sowed the seeds and had a vision that a month later it would be a riot of color. It is taking a little longer than I thought but each day there is more and more appearing.
Have a wonderful week Sweetie.
xo
Elizabeth I believe that life in general is a challenge. Rural life especially so in some ways. We fail often as we learn, but it is such a kick when we actually harvest, or a repair works, a transplanted hosta comes back. I find it is true that life slows down in the country, you are reminded so often that nature is harsh, that blessings are everywhere, and that it is a choice to find joy in whatever the day brings. Oh the visuals, to have to realize that most of the blooms would take 4 months to see…even when we started with seedlings. wow. We don’t fight the deer here, but the bunnies, the possums and such are a constant. Thank you for coming by! ~ Sweetie!