Ah, Sundays, mi amor. I love Sundays because they are a rebirth of a new week.
I always get my best ideas on Sundays.
This Sunday has been about remembering that God is still there despite my absentmindedness in regards to Him. I read, and then he speaks to me, a gentle nudging from the pit of my stomach.
"Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind...Better what the eye sees than the roving of the appetite" --Ecclesiastes
My translation: Everything I need is right here with me. Trouble (or toil) is so very easy to chase, because it is flashy, desirable and leaves one wanting. But does it ever fulfill? Give me peace and tranqulity every day of the week. It is all about appreciating what I have, and not lusting about the horizon and its hazy shapes of nothing.
Please, please, always give me peace.