My hands smell oniony and my stomach is a mess.  I had a big delicious cheeseburger for lunch and now it is wreaking havoc inside of me.  Meat?  You want me to digest meat?  Sorry, I've forgotten how.

Cooking for one is nearly impossible.  And I cannot bring myself to throw away leftovers, especially leftovers of the meat variety, not after where I've been.  I get along fine without visiting the meat section in the grocery store.  But I do have a trashy, undeniable weakness for cheeseburgers.  And for the pubs that serve them.

Every Friday my kids guess the answer to the Miss B Trivia Question of the week.  I usually stump the darlings, but they win a sugary pixie stick regardless and so they think that it is the greatest fun.  I'm sure their parents do as well.  This week's question was:  What is Miss B's favorite day of the week?

No, not Saturday.  Not Friday either.  Sorry, guess again.  We went around twice until Lars nearly fell out of his chair with his revelation from God.  Sunday, Miss B!  Sunday!

Larson, you are correct.  Choose your flavor.  Now remember kids, no eating these until you leave my classroom.

It is true.  I love Sundays.  I mourn the end of my weekend a bit, but overall Sundays are just fantastic.  They are spirit soaring days.  I take extra time on Sundays.  I wash my hair.  I wear my favorite dresses with my favorite shoes.  I get to sing and not worry about anyone hearing me.

I am invincible on Sundays with my clean hair and clicking shoes.

And do you know?  I think I am falling in love.  Falling, falling, falling.  I sat in my seat today and closed my eyes while everyone's voices and the music swirled around me and I listened with Him.  Yesterday the sun poured in through the window and I got lost in The Story.  And last night.  Last night the stars were alive and laying under them with the dog and the ancient words, I knew what it was to be a part of Him.


In those moments I know exactly who I am and what I am about. 

I think that's why I'm falling.  I see parts of myself in every story.  In Abraham leaving his home and not knowing where he was going, just that God was with him.  The jealousy of Rachel and Leah.  The loyalty of Jonathan.  I read their stories and I think, yeah.  Yeah, that's right.  I have that in me too.

They're reminders of the greatness that He's made into every one of us and they're reminders of what to do after we take a spill.  They make me want to keep living in the light, to keep being the good.

I smiled sitting there in church.  And it had nothing to do with my squeaky clean hair or my clicking shoes.  I have been smiling all day.