I love Sunday mornings. I mean I LOVE Sunday mornings. Now, before you think I'm getting all Hallmark-ish about seeing sweet people in lace collars, that's not what I'm getting at (as lovely as that is). I love the routine of getting up earlier than any other day of the week. I love driving to Starbucks with my moon roof open so that I can see the stars overhead. I love the cool air whipping in. I love listening to Eddie Kirkland's "Lift Up Your Heads" and Todd Fields' "Let Me Sing" so loudly that it affects my ability to make clear decisions. I love worshipping. I mean I love having palms open & crying like a 7th-grade break-up victim and then trying to look cool to the barista with my red eyes and crackly voice. "Uh, yeah, I'd like a really strong straight black coffee cuz I'm a stud American male who doesn't cry or anything like that so...um, where's the cinnamon?"
I guess this is what professional athletes experience in their pre-game. This is euphoria. I can't wait to do what I've been called to do. Can you imagine that level of fulfillment? God doesn't have to allow me this level of joy, and yet He does. He's good. It's a simple blessing, but it strokes my core. I get to go to church having already experienced Him in joy. Then, I can focus on loving others and not what "church can do for me." Ironically, I get more out of church that way!
Can't type anymore; "Bless The Lord" by Laura Story is confusing my keystrokes. I love Sundays.
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Awe, that's precious, Eric. I'm glad to have found you on Facebook and then to have found your blog. I'll be stalking you and I may or may not leave a comment. You'll just have to guess or look at your blog stats, whichever.
At any rate, you're a good guy and I'm thankful to know you.
Thanks, Kristen, much appreciated! Looking forward to staying in touch.
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