Fuddy Duddy Sunday

Last Sunday the weather was perfect (for August)- dry, cool, blue sky, breeze (and not a single lawn mower mowing).

We decided to pass up VBS Sunday (the service that wraps up Vacation Bible School and is taken up by lots of kiddy singing and skits). It just doesn't work for me- there's something about it that seems like it is glorifying something (or someone) other than God.

(Don't worry- it's just me, ok? I admit it: I'm a Fuddy Duddy. Or, maybe I'm not a Fuddy Duddy- maybe I'm just able to "see through" some of the malarkey of modern feel-good-ism- I don't know.)

Anyway, it was the first day I can remember that I didn't have to even leave the yard. Just the yard, the flower garden, the hummingbirds, our family, reading and chatting on the deck. It was like a taste of heaven.

Thank you, Lord, for simple pleasures. Thank you for the gift of rest...and a restful home.