...i'm calling out your name and your love frees me just the same...
It's finally my favorite day of the week...Sunday. When I was a kid, I always dreaded Sundays because it meant that I had to go to church and sit really still for an hour. Even worse, it meant that I had to go to bed early for school the next day. On the same hand though, many of the foods I used to hate as a child (vegetables and healthy stuff) are now some of my favorites. Likewise, Sunday is now a day I look forward to with great anticipation.
I am up by 9AM every Sunday morning here, getting ready and out the door by a quarter till 10. I get to church and walk down the main isle to be greeted by 3 of the most darling little girls that have ever lived. They always greet me with strong little girl hugs and kisses, and one of them sits in my lap while we listen to the readings and gospel. They sometimes whisper questions to me if they don't understand something. They watch the bread and wine being blessed and turned to the Body and Blood of Christ with silent awe...they are so excited to see it happen. "It's like a miracle," little Emily said to me this morning. Along with her sisters, Alicia and Carla, she sits with me and listens to the life of Christ being told to the people in the church as we sit under the kalidescopic lights from the stained glass windows. After Mass is over, I am pulled into a side room where the partitioners gather...both my hands are holding little hands and there's more than likely a little girl on my back. There are also 2 other children in this family; Pablo and Gabriella but they are too small to do anything but give me a smile or a thumbs up. We speak simple Spanish with each other as their mother, Maribel, is from Spain. She and her husband Carl have been blessed with the most beautiful children I've ever had the pleasure to be around.
As we have coffee, Maribel and I laugh at how her kids are crawling all over me. I couldn't be more happy than to share my Sunday mornings with them having Bible lessons and cookies. They are the light of my days here. Maribel has asked me to meet her and her children at the gates of they nearby English Martyrs Primary School this Tuesday morning at 9. It's my day off, and it's early to get up when you're a college student, but you can bet I'll be there with a huge smile on my face!
Sometimes the beauty of God can only be appreciated in the simple things in life...the smile on a child's face...the love of a mother caring for her children...the joy of making friends with someone and helping each other. I am so thankful today for having a family here in Preston to be part of. I am thankful that every Sunday morning, there is a row of little girls waiting me to take their place in the middle of them and sing hymns with them. What better blessing there is, I cannot imagine.
It's finally my favorite day of the week...Sunday. When I was a kid, I always dreaded Sundays because it meant that I had to go to church and sit really still for an hour. Even worse, it meant that I had to go to bed early for school the next day. On the same hand though, many of the foods I used to hate as a child (vegetables and healthy stuff) are now some of my favorites. Likewise, Sunday is now a day I look forward to with great anticipation.
I am up by 9AM every Sunday morning here, getting ready and out the door by a quarter till 10. I get to church and walk down the main isle to be greeted by 3 of the most darling little girls that have ever lived. They always greet me with strong little girl hugs and kisses, and one of them sits in my lap while we listen to the readings and gospel. They sometimes whisper questions to me if they don't understand something. They watch the bread and wine being blessed and turned to the Body and Blood of Christ with silent awe...they are so excited to see it happen. "It's like a miracle," little Emily said to me this morning. Along with her sisters, Alicia and Carla, she sits with me and listens to the life of Christ being told to the people in the church as we sit under the kalidescopic lights from the stained glass windows. After Mass is over, I am pulled into a side room where the partitioners gather...both my hands are holding little hands and there's more than likely a little girl on my back. There are also 2 other children in this family; Pablo and Gabriella but they are too small to do anything but give me a smile or a thumbs up. We speak simple Spanish with each other as their mother, Maribel, is from Spain. She and her husband Carl have been blessed with the most beautiful children I've ever had the pleasure to be around.
As we have coffee, Maribel and I laugh at how her kids are crawling all over me. I couldn't be more happy than to share my Sunday mornings with them having Bible lessons and cookies. They are the light of my days here. Maribel has asked me to meet her and her children at the gates of they nearby English Martyrs Primary School this Tuesday morning at 9. It's my day off, and it's early to get up when you're a college student, but you can bet I'll be there with a huge smile on my face!
Sometimes the beauty of God can only be appreciated in the simple things in life...the smile on a child's face...the love of a mother caring for her children...the joy of making friends with someone and helping each other. I am so thankful today for having a family here in Preston to be part of. I am thankful that every Sunday morning, there is a row of little girls waiting me to take their place in the middle of them and sing hymns with them. What better blessing there is, I cannot imagine.
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