Sunday Morning Serenity

Sunday hasn’t felt like Sunday in a long time. That will change soon, but for now, I “find Sunday” in two things: music and nature. Whenever I find myself feeling off kilter on a Sunday, I turn to both. To feel nature around me, I just open the door to the Story Shack. We’ve let the hedgerow on that property line get so overrun that I’m almost in the woods. But the birds love it, and a flowering vine I planted years ago has come back among the brambles, so I don’t want to cut it back. I like watching the cardinals and the doves.

There’s a reason why the original image of perfect harmony was a garden.

As for music, it has a wonderful way of bypassing your brain and going straight to your heart. I haven’t touched the piano much in over a year, but then we got our first vaccines and I started thinking about going back to church. Now I’m playing again—because I can envision singers again, and that’s where my joy comes from—playing for people to sing. I was never much of a performer—I’m way too anxious and self-conscious I guess—but singers give me courage and joy. I’ve missed them.

Can you worship and pray without church walls? Of course. But you can’t fellowship with your church family or draw on their faith and strength when the world gets to be just way too much.

Finally, brethren,
whatsoever things are true,
whatsoever things are honest,
whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely,
whatsoever things are of good report;
if there be any virtue,
and if there be any praise,
think on these things.

Philippians 4:8

 

Comments

[Anne]

Singing at church is coming. We all long for it.
I put your Music statement in my quotes DB. Here’s one from Chick Corea:
“Making music stimulates what’s natural in all of us. . . . All you need to do is be a living human being, and open to the play of imagination.”
Thanks for the weekly imagination playing. I miss you when there’s no post.

[Val]

Love that! Hugs from Bham!