Happy

Happy Sunday dishes, done by hand. The washer put to rest. No football, yes that is what I said. (But I have it backed up for you.) No phone, no digital intrusion… to take center stage from the day, to steal what is not their’s to take. Our day, His day, the “best day”. A time to speak with our mouths, to each other, while looking into faces. A time to remember what people really… look(ed) like, then and now. Call your mother, your father, your sister, your brother, your friend. Tell someone clearly, they are dear to you. Monday is coming… Looming ever at the beginning of the week? No! The Lord’s day is the start!, Be a part of all that it means. The week ahead will be better… than it seems from here, in your worst dreams.