Something about a slow sunday.

This brisk autumn Sunday, I turned on some soul music and sipped my vanilla coffee and planned my week ahead . In the midst of some deep therapy and healing taking place, these months and weeks have felt long and heavy . All I can say is, wow, I feel like a powerhouse . Sometimes these slow Sundays are all my soul needs . I usually dread Sundays working 9-5 . Maybe this is exactly what I needed to feel alive again . 

These sweet slow Sundays not knowing what my next move will be but believing and trusting he will see me through this season . Meal planning and strolling through the aisles at the grocery store for the week ahead , adding each ingredient to the cart and a sigh of relief that this is my new normal . This is my life , I’m simply living it. Being fortunate enough to have this life and still being provided for a while, I grieve my old life but welcome my new one . 

So let this be your Sunday reminder to always be grateful for where you are at this current period in your life . Don’t wish away your life. Something or someone may be sent to you on purpose for a purpose and pray over you , give you words of encouragement to ignite that fire inside of you , maybe you just need someone to vent to or someone to simply listen . Sundays are a reset. May it be your blessing to step out in faith and conquer the new week ahead . You got this!