Sunday

It is not quite 7 AM.   On a Sunday.   Who was it that said, “Let sleeping dogs lie”?   I think that is a good idea this morning.

No sound of coyotes hunting rabbits this morning.

My neighbor’s motorcycle ride on Sundays will not rev up for another couple hours.

My wife-manager has not yet received a call needing her to open a door at her work; her school has nursing class scheduled on weekends.

It is a fine morning.  But the day will grow hot and my nature is to be lazy.

Not today.   Worshipping God this morning is both my calling,  pleasure – and my act of service. Leading the ushers.

So, I need to rouse the sleeping dogs and get them a morning walk.