Sundays.

Most of my week flows by like a breeze – a very routine kind of breeze. However, Sundays are different.

Sundays are a strange one for me.

Sundays have always been a favourite of mine – it brings a day of rest along with the company of my nearest and dearest.

Sundays bring a time for one to sit and reflect on all the good and all the bad throughout the week.

Sundays offer words of comfort, a powerful reminder of Him.

Very strangely, however, Sunday is the day that my heart feels most burdened.

Sometimes, I wish I didn’t feel so much. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t think so much too.

Maybe it’s the cold, crisp air? Maybe the winter snow carries a pang of loneliness with it?

I’m not quite sure what it is, but I know the only cure to my worrisome heart is The Word. That shall be how I end and start this week.

Goodnight, World!

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