The Sunday Morning Stomp.

Sunday morning. Cinnamon toast for the kids, a stand-up breakfast for me as I gather papers, put on make up, try to keep my cool while my husband sleeps in to the very. last. minute. He works hard every other day; I can give him this. I’m singing with the worship team this morning, so we are leaving for church an hour early. The girls bicker in the bathroom, Wes’s hair is thankfully short enough that it doesn’t really need a comb.

I run upstairs for the umpteenth time to choose my shoes, swish back down. Sunlight glitters through water-specked kitchen windows, and Wes’s shirt is buttoned wrong. I stop, kneel, button. Straighten his collar and tell him our plans for a Sunday drive after church. A phrase pops out, reminds us of a song from his favourite Bible songs CD. And time stops. The rush for Sunday prettiness is forgotten as I hold his hands and we sing. We speed up the words, laughing into each other’s eyes, and then we jump. Up and down and around in a circle, faster and faster, while Wade looks on, cracks a grin.

We dance, and worship sparkles though blotchy windows.

I wrote this post for Five Minute Friday, using the prompt “Dance.” For the rules, links to the rest of the Five Minute Friday posts, and more, click here.

3 Comments

  1. Sarah · June 29, 2012 Reply

    Oh I love it! Sunday morning are always complete chaos at our house. I feel like we are always leaving the house grumpy! How awful! Maybe this week we will take a few minutes to do the Sunday Morning Stomp! Thank you for your lovely 5 minute Friday!

  2. Teresa Ahrenholtz · June 29, 2012 Reply

    Lovely. Nice way to start a Sunday instead of being all tense and hurried to get the kids ready.

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