Finally Sunday

I love Sundays. I've never not liked them, but within the last year I have decided that I really love them. It is pretty wonderful that after a long, stressful week, there is a day to look forward to that we are commanded to rest on. This sounds silly, but I feel like that is an expression of how much our Heavenly Father knows and loves us. He knew life would get hard and crazy and hectic, so He gave us a day to take a breath. Not only do we get a day off to rest and rejuvenate but, if we want it, we also have the opportunity to be refreshed and rejuvenated spiritually. Weeks of work or school tend to wear me down, but going to church on Sunday helps me to gain some perspective. It helps me to remember what the purpose behind the hard and hectic days is. If I do my Sundays right, I feel ready to start fresh and conquer the world in the coming week: both physically and spiritually. Another thing that I love about Sundays is the people. I have really come to appreciate friendly people since living on the east coast. People in Virginia/DC are a lot different than people in Idaho. I always thought it was normal to smile at people when you walk past, or for a cashier to say things like "Thanks, have a nice day." Apparently this is not a universal thing. I don't take that friendliness for granted anymore. I really appreciate it. The church is definitely a good place for finding those kind of people. It is incredible how much love I feel when I go to church. I feel like I could ask anyone in that building for help with anything, and they wouldn't hesitate to give it. The first few weeks I was home for the summer, I can't tell you how many hugs I got, or how many times I answered the same questions about school in Virginia and what my plans were. For some people, that might be annoying. For me, it was wonderful because I felt like every one of those people really cared about me and how I was doing. There is no better feeling than knowing that there's people who love and care about you. . Of course, people aren't perfect. I have heard countless stories of people who have bad feelings toward the church because of the people in it. There are plenty of members of the church who are hypocritical or rude or condescending, but tell me a place where you can't find people like that. Sometimes you have to be able to look past the few weeds so that you can enjoy the rest of the flower garden. Hmm good metaphor Cas ;) And it's true for so many aspects of our lives. If you are always picking out the bad, you will never be able to see that the good almost always outweighs it. It's always been a goal of mine to see the positive. I fail miserably at it a lot of the time, but I feel like it's a good goal anyway. And, when all else fails, I will keep holding out for my Sundays where there are sure to be flowers.