Sunday Morning

It's Sunday Morning in my house, and I'm really glad. I love Sunday mornings. Every Sunday without fail, for as long as I can remember, my dad busts open the door to every room in the house and says "Church is in ONE HOUR. Then, he strolls off to the next door. If you were to see him walking from room to room, it would amuse you because you couldn't tell by his stroll that there were any problems. But with every door swing [swoosh] as he awakens myself and my brothers, my mom, & any other random person who happens to be sleeping in my house at that moment in time you can tell somthing serious is happening: its Sunday Morning.

Sunday Morning brings with it the chance to see people that I now see only on rare occasions. I miss my Church home here in McAllen. Don't get me wrong, I know that there are other places in the universe, and certainly other churches. But there is undoubtedly something special about Harvey Drive Church of Christ. This morning during service @ 9:30, there won't be a message from our usual pulpit minister. Instead, Tom Ablright will be speaking. I'm looking forward to it.

Today is a bad back day - I can already tell. But in spite of it, I've had my shower and I'm having my breakfast. Jon's in bed still [he gets ready in a record 8 minutes and that's a new state record!], and Joshua and Erika are eating donuts in the dining room. My mom is drinking her coffee and getting dressed and my dad's at work/church already. It's about that time for me too: to go and put on some "church clothes" whatever that means. Today I think, I think that will mean whatever I'm wearing when I go to Church.

Good morning.