I think I write more about Sunday mornings than any other day or time of the week. They are my favorite. Somehow, they always start off quietly. It honestly shocks me every week. This house, despite only having Libs and Reese here on the regular now, gets LOUD and BUSY. There is music and activity, clatter and energy. There is our familiar busyness of gathering (our STUFF) and going (to who knows where). Stillness here is RARE. This house is truly alive. And when everyone is home, it’s down right electric. But on Sunday morning, seemingly without fail, it sleeps. And it’s wonderful.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you can enjoy some peace and quiet!!!
It was a quiet morning here. VERY quiet. And I needed it. No one was up early … but me, of course. I knew that would translate into a lot of rushing later but I didn’t care. My kids needed sleep. MY GOSH THEY NEEDED SLEEP. And I needed my moment of holiday calm. I am thankful that each year between parties and performances and late nights and early mornings, I find some time for myself that doesn’t include running shoes, sweat and swearing. This is time I usually find in front of our Christmas tree, under an overly decorated holiday blanket and sipping a seasonal coffee. ALONE. It’s wonderful. It’s needed. It’s what brings the anticipation of Christmas full circle for me. Somewhere between the first sip of my coffee and sunrise a sense of Christmas peace washes over me. I love it. Some years it comes early in the season. Other years, the opportunity comes later. But I don’t ever force it or schedule it. For some reason, I’ve been blessed to have it always come naturally. God is good. He gives me this time when He knows I need it and when I will appreciate it most. It’s honestly a gift.
But this morning was different than years past. Perhaps it’s my age beginning to squeak it’s way into my little tradition. Usually I lose myself in the “calm before the (holiday) storm”, admiring our tree, enjoying my coffee and thankful for the stillness. I guess I did do all of that, but when I looked at our tree I didn’t see a Christmas tree filled with memories. I FELT a Christmas tree filled with memories. What I saw was far greater than just a “decorated” tree … what I saw was a tree that held my family’s history. Ornaments that represented our journey together. I saw marriages, births, deaths, travel, change, laughter, traditions, joy and love! AND I FELT ALL OF IT. I didn’t just see, I FELT. No, this is not merely a Christmas tree we have sitting in our family room. It is some of my most precious life moments celebrated in one very special place … a tree, placed in our home, celebrating our Savior’s birth, who gracefully and graciously gave us the opportunities to share all of those moments together.
The sun rose and bodies started moving. Doors opened and “Good Morning” greetings were spoken. The silence of my little tradition was broken. It is over until next year. And that is OK. I will greet the opportunity, again, like a long lost friend. But this year I will wonder what changed. How did my heart FEEL more clearly the memories held on our tree? Perhaps I will never know. But I do know that I walked away from this experience differently than I usually do. I am more grateful and I am a whole lot more humble. Life is so precious. THIS I KNOW. And this morning I FEEL IT.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you FEEL all your beautiful memories!!!
I loved how this day started. Early. Quite. My ME time. A time to reflect and pray and plan and sweat. And I loved how this day flowed. Busy. But easy. And I love how this day is ending. Relaxing. Accomplished. This was, indeed, a good day.
Well, I hope you all had a day that you enjoyed from beginning to end!!!
As loud as our house is during the day there is this amazing quiet that falls over it in the early mornings. Don’t get me wrong. I love the hustle and bustle of our house. The busyness is energizing. Having the sound of all four of my kids home is one of the best things I could ever hear. But this early morning calm is somehow reassuring to me. It is the sound of safety and tranquility. Coziness and warmth. Rest. Contentment. Family. Like everyone is where they should be and they feel it … and I love it.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you fell like you belong!!!
There is nothing quite like waking up completely rested before everyone else is awake. I love lounging in my bed and listening to the silence. Life can be really loud … OK I mean my life, and specifically the people in my life, can be really loud. Seriously they come with a lot of clatter and chatter. LOTS. HA!
Well, I hope you all have day where you appreciate a quiet and peaceful moment!!!
Peace. Quiet. Coziness.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you get a restful night’s sleep!!!
I love the calm of the morning before I run. When I am the only one awake in my house … or at least, the only one willing to admit it. Don’t get me wrong, my days are filled with delightful noises of busyness. Giggles and laughter from my H-Crew. Their sweet chatter. The sounds of the world passing by. Birds, voices, music, cars, foot steps … all of life’s wonderful clatter.
But I love what begins as almost complete noiselessness … and then as I make my way around my house the slight familiar sounds begin to break though the silence. The sound my yogurt cup makes as I peel back the lid. The sound of ripping tape as I wrap my foot. Lacing my shoes. The beep and buzz of my Garmin being tuned on. The Velcro on my armband. My breathing as I stretch and do yoga.
But even with all these small sounds, my world seems still and quiet. Not quite awake yet. Tranquil.
The hope of a new day is just beginning to emerge for me and it’s potential is found in these peaceful moments.
Everything seems balanced.
Everything seems right.
I soon collect my thoughts.
I appreciate the moment.
Gratefully acknowledging the gift of feeling restored … and then … I’m on my way.
Well, I hope you all have a day that starts off right!!!