Sunday Sunday

A beautiful Sunday is passing.
We took the morning to dream a little, slowly moving towards the day. I stirred with thoughts of tea in china cups in a stately tea room, scones and jam, peacocks outside on the green – It’s the small things I am looking forward to about my trip to Scotland this time.
Today was a rare Sunday where we could amble towards church for the later service, so we took our time with breakfast and waking.
Renovatus was filled to the brim with sweetness, and heartache, and the beauty of Truth. There just aren’t enough words for the blessings of being part of this community. We are in a very particular season, and we feel the weight of it on our shoulders, together we are pressing forward into our calling. It’s glorious and difficult, as His way often is.
I took an unexpected afternoon nap with Jonah, wakening to the trees glowing with evening fiery light outside the window. Dinner at the table with tulips dotted around, cosy, warm, content. Meandering walk in the cool dark coming, winding Jonah down for sleep as Kevin plays music with our friends in the studio beneath. Firelight tonight, songwriting hopefully, just giving myself permission to rest and play before the week begins…
I love Sundays

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