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By Kim VanVelzen
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Each one of us is unique. A divine creation of our Creator. All share one desire, to meet with Him on this day. To stand before Him at the alter of sacrifice. To lay down our stresses, our indifferences, our difficulties, and even our shortcomings of the previous week. We all need to be re-fueled for the coming week. We need Holy Spirit intervention, to accomplish our marching orders.
I wonder what is it about Sunday's. Is it a day of rest? HIs house? His message? The coming together with family in God? Yes, to all of this, and so much more. I am not content with one day a week. I want more. More of Him. More of His companionship. More of Jesus. I'm not looking for His hands or what they can offer. I'm not looking for blessings. I want more of Him. His face. His voice. His presence. I want to be so close to Him, i can feel His breath upon my face. As i draw closer to Him, He draws me in, even closer.
I was waiting for the arrival of Sunday, only to realize that it arrived and ended too quickly. Monday was here. I would be back to passing through the week, just to see Sunday again.
Rest-defined comes from Him. To know Him, i can rest in His arms. To know His love, i can love others. To trust Him is rest. Everyday. He is faithful, consistent, my anchor, and my friend. I rest in Him. What parent would'nt do all they could for their child? I am my Father's daughter.
I confess i have been around a couple of mountains a few times. It would seem i haven't quite grasped the lesson of the moment. Sometimes, i haven't seen what was right before me. That's okay. I have grasped that my Father has patience. He will help me attain all i can be, for His purpose and plan. How refreshing to know a new day brings forth new mercy and grace just when i need it.
As the opening of light breathes a new day upon me, it doesn't matter what the day is called or even where it sits in the week. All that matters is Him.
Every day is filled with hope, promise, love, encouragement, mercy and grace. Every day is a choice to live with Him, and for Him. Every day i choose to follow the One who created me and the day. He fills it with wonder, beauty, surprises, and Himself.
I can embrace the lesson for today, for yesterday has gone, tomorrow, a gift waiting to be opened.
I rest in Sonday. Won't you join me?
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FYI--You don't need the apostrophe in "Sundays"--it's plural, not possessive. There were also a few places where you left "I" uncapitalized.
I like the pun on Sunday (Sonday) in the title and in the ending of this essay.
Hope all your days are Sondays.