There is a loveliness about Sunday morning that is inescapable to me. The sense of a “day of rest”; a day to linger while reading God’s Word and savor the fresh truths I find in my devotional readings. I love the quietness and sense of peace that oversees this particular day of the week like no other.

The traffic is not snarled, very few cars moving about in the early hours. There’s a little increase as church time approaches, but even then, there is not the hurried pace of the work week. It’s God’s day…or at least it should be.

I grew up in the days of “blue laws”…no businesses allowed to be open on Sunday. The exceptions were those that were truly “needed”, like pharmacies. Even though those laws have, sadly, been taken off the books I choose to enjoy the day as God prescribed…a day of rest and worship.

This morning even the sound of a noisy leaf blower couldn’t interrupt the Sunday morning pleasures I was enjoying. The pleasure of seeing birds on my feeder, of having the screen open on my storm door, and, most especially, of knowing that God enjoys my company as much as I enjoy His.

A little reminder to any who may read this…”God RESTED on the seventh day from all the work He had done.” Follow His example.