We. Love. Sundays. We all look forward to a day of rest and worship after a hectic week running from pillar to post, so we make a big deal out of the Sabbath at our house. There aren’t any fireworks; we just focus on God and family. We usually start our day with music and a Sunday school lesson, followed by a big breakfast and church service. This morning, Hubby set the tone by talking about all the reorganizing and cleaning we did Saturday afternoon (remember the sock party?). He used the passages Luke 11:25, Colossians 3:23, 1 Timothy 3:5, and 1 Corinthians 14:40 to liken our weekend’s work to the spiritual housecleaning we should do daily.
Today, we added a new favorite to our breakfast menu: the Pioneer Woman’s French Breakfast Puffs. Now, this muffin is not for the faint of heart. No, really. You roll the baked pastry in butter (one cup, no less) and dip it in a mixture of sugar and cinnamon. The finished product gave Brown Sugar a run for her money in their sweetness. Maven thought they tasted like apple cinnamon boardwalk doughnuts—minus the apples. Mine didn’t turn out very “puffy,” but they worked well with our grits, bacon, and eggs. The batter yielded eighteen muffins, and if I hadn’t left them in a shade too long, they would’ve been perfect. When I think about it, I guess our entire breakfast was a heart stopper! TD finally joined the grits-eating side of the family, leaving Songbird the only holdout who still refuses to let one grit grace her tongue, unless it’s got a shrimp swimming in it.
We feasted on the Sunday message from 2 Thessalonians 3:1-3: “Finally, brethren, pray for us, that the word of the Lord may run swiftly and be glorified, just as it is with you, and that we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men; for not all have faith. But the Lord is faithful, who will establish you and guard you from the evil one.” Pastor Livingston reminded me that God didn’t save me because I have good car manners, work my buns off homeschooling, or because I read my Bible. He saved wretched me just because He’s God. It’s so easy to think our salvation is tied to what we do or don’t do, but our only saving grace is Jesus. Check out the whole message here.
I’m grateful for the time we get to worship together: we sleep in a little, feed ourselves a lot, both spiritually and physically, no one goes to children’s church, and we don’t argue in the car about missing Bibles, torn tights, and how we’re running late. We end the week on a more restful note so we can start running next week’s race bright and early Monday morning. How do you celebrate the Sabbath? I hope that, however you pray and praise this week, you choose to be salt and light in your family and community, and remember to seek God in everything.
Feed your family from God’s table. Blessings on your meal!
