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Sunday Morning

There's something renewing about Sunday morning. The Christian Sabbath. It's the one morning we have nowhere to be until Church. There's extra cups of coffee. Playing before the chores of getting dressed and ready. Time is a little slower on Sunday morning. We sit down to breakfast. We talk and laugh.

This particular Sunday feels particularly hopeful. There's a crisp cool air outside. We are coming off a good week. Things are clicking again. Cautiously, but clicking nonetheless.

Hubby has taken the girls for their weekly donut date this morning. It's usually on Saturday but we had an early morning 5K, so they're cashing in their rain check. That leaves mama here with a cup of coffee and silence.

My first prayer when I sat down was to thank God for his blessings. I keep coming back to that feeling of being blessed. And every time I do I think of this article:  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/scott-dannemiller/christians-should-stop-saying_b_4868963.html

Sure, I'm blessed, but the blessings I am counting are not my true blessings. My true blessing, like all of us, is that God loves us. He forgives me every minute of every day because I need it that often. His mercy and grace cover me and continue to renew and refresh. And if we sit still for just a moment he sends these beautiful mornings and a minute of silence to remind us.

So this morning instead of sitting here smug in my "blessedness", I am just feeling grateful. I'm just sitting here saying "thank you Jesus." Thank you for second (and third, and thousandth) chances. Thank you for peace in the midst of chaos. Thank you for quiet reminders of your presence and unfailing love. And thank all of you for your prayers for us . They are reciprocal, as I thank God for each of you.

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