sunday night.

i'm going to reflect on this reoccurring scenario with a sense of humor. or i'll cry.

we begin each Sunday like any other morning, with a relatively tidy home. in my quest to make the Sabbath a day of rest, set apart, and different, i decide not to clean. instead i focus on reading the scriptures, getting to church, and spending quality time with family.

i find it very difficult to feel peace in a ransacked house. i also find it impossible to keep the Sabbath when i work in the same occupation and capacity as every other day.
i think i'll try to see the day's end with a smile on my face. one day off for mom, and just look at this place! a rare gift to see our world without a few of my many contributions.

good thing we make it to church. i'm need all the strength of soul i can get to survive life's mondays.