Sunday

I wrote this the Sunday before my last child would graduate. For all my mommas, the changing seasons of this journey sometimes come down to a day! Happy Reading!

SUNDAY

Move over Monday, its Sunday that marks the start of the seven-day cycle. From dresses and bows, to heels and hose.

This day develops dreams and determines destinies.

Sundays sing of sorrow and pain, and worshippers whisper the prayers for the lame.

This little light of mine, sometimes doesn’t seem to shine.

Bring the little ones, and carry the old this day was created for everyone involved.

Some Sundays stay the same but some carry the name of life changing moments and memories and mourning’s.

Hello Sunday as I seek and look to find, the seasons are changing in this life of mine.

The seven-day cycle you are asking me to start all I hear are the beats of my heart.

Be still my soul is a Sunday tradition and amazing grace comes with no conditions.

So Sunday here we go can we take these seven days slow?

I remember when Sundays were busy and loud, three little ones to get ready for the crowd.

It is official today my last Sunday to say wake up and put on your best and you know the rest.

We have done this before has it really been 24?

Years to be exact, and the fact still remains its Sunday today and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

In seven days things won’t be the same but Sunday will be here and it always calls my name.

Creating More Beauty!

Your Friend, Cheri