I sometimes get stuck on Friday, so that I often miss Sunday, sometimes for a week or two. On the way to town alone or when I'm driving a long distance and husband is sleeping, I pray that I will remember Friday because I know I have messed up so much but then I think I've had too much Friday. I want Sunday. I want to feel and see Sunday. i think that comes in bits and pieces.
This is such a beautifully precious piece & thank you for sharing. Even after all of this time since Easter, the words ring loud and clear and I'm better off for reading it. 💚
Oh this made my heart so happy to see today. Thank you Maurissa for taking the time to read it. I know how hard it is to keep up with all the writers here. I am so glad it touched you. There is nothing like the love a child has. We don't deserve children (or animals). It's so completely amazing to be around them. oxox
Just wow is right… so beautiful, Deb… straight from your heart as always! You’ve managed to weave the seventh day with family, God’s gifts and our children’s best gifts… grandkids! And weave it all together for the holiest day when we celebrate Jesus saving us and giving us life and love. Always the love 🩷💕You are amazing the way your words flow so perfectly!
Dear Joan, thank you for reading and for your beautiful comment. It means so much. If only we could all love like children. Hope you're having a good weekend. Sorry I am late in seeing this. oxox
Thank you so much Rainey 💜 There is a lot between the lines about "sons" and restoration. So much beauty in the unexpected. That God did that on Easter Sunday, to bring His son, and our son to this place, was beyond overwhelming. ox
I loved reading this just now! Beautiful and my spirits uplifted reading your words, and a little teary eyed too. So much here, Thank you for writing a special piece 🙏 🤗♥️
Thank you so much Charlotte. There is so much between the lines and I'm so moved you felt it in your heart. For the first time in a long time, (why I began writing my way out of grief), we felt a heavy hand of restoration. There is a lot here. Sending you my love always. ox
Joy and happiness are radiating from this post. I love the sweet red heart and the pews filled with happiness and loved ones. So beautiful and uplifting, thank you for this ode to joy ❤️
Oh Dear Jenn, thank you. I wrote, early on, the pain our family was going through. Our journey back began again a year and a half ago. I learned to accept the "glimpses" from God as I did my best to let Him lead me quietly. Sunday was so unexpected. So beautiful. Just watching the heart appear, the words, her little hand holding mine. Her sister on Papa's lap. I heard that song, "Love," on Joni's Travelogue and began to pour out how it felt on Sunday. I wasn't going to do anything but everything needed to come out. Sundays. yesss. Thank you again.
I truly hope you and your family are feeling much better now and that Easter was a good day for all. ox
I am glad you and yours are on the journey back from pain. I hope the bumps on the road are few and small and that it’s downhill all the way ☺️. So beautiful, I am truly thrilled for you.
Just my little one is fighting now, but she’s getting better, thank you so much. I wish many more beautiful Sundays to you ❤️
So Beautiful and true. Reading between the lines. I am hoping and praying it means what I hope you got Sunday. Love YOU my Beautiful Friend. May you always have love and joy of all your children and Grandchildren with you always.
Dear Friend, yes, you read well. So unexpected. So long since. I began to pour about it yesterday as it felt in the moment. In the hour we sat together. Thank you and love you too. I pray this joy everyday and take whatever "Sundays" God gives me/us. oxox
My turn for tears. This is so poetry. There’s always something special about a Sunday. It’s a feeling. You put words to something that’s really hard to do. Thank you so much Deborah 🙏❤️
Oh Jamie, shoot. Well touche' (big hug). There really is something about Sunday. I wrote early on about the pain in our family. What happened Sunday was part of a long journey to healing. I'd make you cry more, so I won't. I felt everything bottled up, smiling inside, weeping inside, tired from the years, and poured out on the keyboard, once I heard Joni Mitchell singing "Love." I sooo appreciate you reading it Jamie. Thank you for your kindness. oxox
Thank you so much Will. Sunday was so unexpected and beautiful to have our oldest son and family show up. I had no words for hours and yesterday I was listening to Joni Mitchell's Travelogue and heard "Love." I had to write how it all felt. It's often my method of writing. Through the music. Hope you're keeping well. ox
I sometimes get stuck on Friday, so that I often miss Sunday, sometimes for a week or two. On the way to town alone or when I'm driving a long distance and husband is sleeping, I pray that I will remember Friday because I know I have messed up so much but then I think I've had too much Friday. I want Sunday. I want to feel and see Sunday. i think that comes in bits and pieces.
Yesss. Get us to Sunday. Even on Friday or Monday. I want Sunday. oxox
Every day !!
This is such a beautifully precious piece & thank you for sharing. Even after all of this time since Easter, the words ring loud and clear and I'm better off for reading it. 💚
Oh this made my heart so happy to see today. Thank you Maurissa for taking the time to read it. I know how hard it is to keep up with all the writers here. I am so glad it touched you. There is nothing like the love a child has. We don't deserve children (or animals). It's so completely amazing to be around them. oxox
Just wow is right… so beautiful, Deb… straight from your heart as always! You’ve managed to weave the seventh day with family, God’s gifts and our children’s best gifts… grandkids! And weave it all together for the holiest day when we celebrate Jesus saving us and giving us life and love. Always the love 🩷💕You are amazing the way your words flow so perfectly!
Dear Joan, thank you for reading and for your beautiful comment. It means so much. If only we could all love like children. Hope you're having a good weekend. Sorry I am late in seeing this. oxox
A special Sunday to remember and warm your heart.
It will forever be in my heart mom. I know you carry it in yours. I love you. ox
Just… W💜W!!
Thank you so very much Marilyn 💜✨
You really captured the beauty and love of Easter Sunday.
Thank you so much Rainey 💜 There is a lot between the lines about "sons" and restoration. So much beauty in the unexpected. That God did that on Easter Sunday, to bring His son, and our son to this place, was beyond overwhelming. ox
Beautiful Deborah 🙏🍀
Thank you so much Patrick 😘🙏🏻 ox
I loved reading this just now! Beautiful and my spirits uplifted reading your words, and a little teary eyed too. So much here, Thank you for writing a special piece 🙏 🤗♥️
Thank you so much Charlotte. There is so much between the lines and I'm so moved you felt it in your heart. For the first time in a long time, (why I began writing my way out of grief), we felt a heavy hand of restoration. There is a lot here. Sending you my love always. ox
This is lovely <3
Thank you so much Aimée. oxox
Joy and happiness are radiating from this post. I love the sweet red heart and the pews filled with happiness and loved ones. So beautiful and uplifting, thank you for this ode to joy ❤️
Oh Dear Jenn, thank you. I wrote, early on, the pain our family was going through. Our journey back began again a year and a half ago. I learned to accept the "glimpses" from God as I did my best to let Him lead me quietly. Sunday was so unexpected. So beautiful. Just watching the heart appear, the words, her little hand holding mine. Her sister on Papa's lap. I heard that song, "Love," on Joni's Travelogue and began to pour out how it felt on Sunday. I wasn't going to do anything but everything needed to come out. Sundays. yesss. Thank you again.
I truly hope you and your family are feeling much better now and that Easter was a good day for all. ox
I am glad you and yours are on the journey back from pain. I hope the bumps on the road are few and small and that it’s downhill all the way ☺️. So beautiful, I am truly thrilled for you.
Just my little one is fighting now, but she’s getting better, thank you so much. I wish many more beautiful Sundays to you ❤️
So Beautiful and true. Reading between the lines. I am hoping and praying it means what I hope you got Sunday. Love YOU my Beautiful Friend. May you always have love and joy of all your children and Grandchildren with you always.
Dear Friend, yes, you read well. So unexpected. So long since. I began to pour about it yesterday as it felt in the moment. In the hour we sat together. Thank you and love you too. I pray this joy everyday and take whatever "Sundays" God gives me/us. oxox
My turn for tears. This is so poetry. There’s always something special about a Sunday. It’s a feeling. You put words to something that’s really hard to do. Thank you so much Deborah 🙏❤️
Oh Jamie, shoot. Well touche' (big hug). There really is something about Sunday. I wrote early on about the pain in our family. What happened Sunday was part of a long journey to healing. I'd make you cry more, so I won't. I felt everything bottled up, smiling inside, weeping inside, tired from the years, and poured out on the keyboard, once I heard Joni Mitchell singing "Love." I sooo appreciate you reading it Jamie. Thank you for your kindness. oxox
Beautiful. I particularly love: "We Will our minds to never truly understand the concept of what Sunday, means."
Thank you so much Will. Sunday was so unexpected and beautiful to have our oldest son and family show up. I had no words for hours and yesterday I was listening to Joni Mitchell's Travelogue and heard "Love." I had to write how it all felt. It's often my method of writing. Through the music. Hope you're keeping well. ox
It’s always divine when the whole family comes together. Glad you had some family time!
It is. I'm still smiling. Thank you Will :)
Thank you so much Misha! Thank you also for your loving guidance in your posts.
God keep you. ox