Sundays. Sundays are my favorite. They are never perfect, never without squawls or irritations or all the things that plague us and with which we plague each other. They simply are a reminder of much needed Grace, and a place to rest.
This Sunday we were especially grateful for being together again, though we did not even do that very gracefully. Also, apple pancakes and friends to not only eat them with us, but make them for us, cricket world championships to while away the afternoon, naps, blocks, and the ever present Living God who covers over and lifts us up.