Sunday Morning
I've surprised myself this morning. Yesterday I invited my son, C, to dinner today. The surprise is that I think I'm actually excited. Does that mean some healing has been happening? Possibly. What do I do when I'm excited about a dinner guest? Cook and bake. I don't mind baking, I just don't do it very often. But this morning I made meatloaf and cheesy potatoes, they're in crock pots. I made a family favorite dessert. I made bread. And now I have breakfast cookies in the oven. It's not quite 11:00 in the morning. Should I be doing all this "work" on Sunday? Some may say no. Others may be ok with it. In my world, baking is usually done for the family to enjoy. So, for me, I guess, it is service. Service is what life is about, hand in hand with love.