I am not quite sure what exactly it is , but for some reason Sundays are just a different type of day. It may be fact that we do go to church and partake of the sacrament. It may be the fact that the rest of the day is spent at home. It may be the fact of Sunday dinners that seem to make you full in more ways then one. It may be the fact of just hanging around in sweats watching movies or playing games with the family. It may be the fact of just finding time to relax. But for some reason I think it is more then all of that. I think that it is the combination of everything that makes a Sunday so great. It is all of those things combined, plus a few others, that just make Sundays stand out, and stand out in a good way.
But even more than any of this, there is also something about Sundays that just make everything ok. There is something about them that seems to make the world right for a moment. For you see, I started thinking about all of this after the day that I have had today. It all started with me stuck in the world this morning. Stuck in the ways of the world as well as the thinking of the world. And lets just say that that is not a very good way to start the day. Here is my story...
So there i was, dreaming away. Dreaming of lovely things I am sure and the next thing I know I am smelling campfire. This is about the time that I wake up, and lets just say that waking up to the smell of campfire is not the best thing to wake up too. I woke up to this however, because some of my hair had fallen onto my face and it smelled like campfire from the night before. It was about the time that I was moving around and shaking my head to get the smell away that I decided I should just get up and get in the shower. Well getting to the shower turned out to be harder then it should have. Lets just say that it involved me getting caught in the sheets, falling out of bed, stumbling to catch myself and running into a wall. Well, then as I am about to get into the shower I hear the shower turn on upstairs. And since it has never been a good idea to have both of the showers running at the same time in my house, I decided to wait till they were done. So now I am not only smelling of smoke and have a stub foot, but I am freezing as well. When the shower upstairs turn off I proceed to get in myself and find that I step onto something that you don't ever want to step on, let alone when you are barefoot. Sharp pointy objects just aren't nice.
The rest of the morning includes me burning my finger on the straightener, me getting a drink of water and then remembering that it is fast Sunday, ripping a whole in my tights, finding a whole in my shirt, now not knowing what to wear to church, finally getting out the door only to realize that half my st6uff is still inside and that I have locked the door, driving and getting stuck behind extremely slow Sunday drivers, and arriving at church only to realize that I am 30 mins late. At this point it was all I could do not to turn around and just go home. I did however proceed to walk into the building and sit in the foyer until sacrament was over. While I was sitting there I had pretty much decided that I was just not going to be happy and it just didn't matter. Then sacrament ended.
From here I went to Sunday school, and then to relief society. I payed my tithing and participated in the lesson. I said hi to those I knew and made some new friends. it was about the time that church was ending that I noticed that I was smiling and I was laughing. For you see, it turns out that it didn't matter how the morning went or that I had decided to be grumpy about it. Something had changed and changed for the better. For you see, that is the thing about being at church and getting involved in the gospel. When you decide to be there you open yourself up tot the spirit and all that it has to offer and teach you. And when you let it get into you and touch you , it has the power to change you. It has the power to make things ok and in some cases to even make them funny. and then you find yourself smiling and laughing with those around you. You find yourself noticing the bright sunny day and all that it has to offer. You find that even with everything going on in the world that life is ok.
It was later today when I realized why Sundays are so special and different. It is not just all of the things mentioned above, but it is the fact that we choose to do those things. Sundays are a day where we choose to have family dinners. A day where we choose to find time to relax. A day where we choose the go to church and let the gospel be a bigger part of our lives. A day where we choose to listen to uplifting music and talks. A day where we choose to make it a day about learning of and feeling of the spirit. Sundays are only different and special because we choose to make them different and special. And that is what is just so wonderful about it. We choose to make them a different type of day. We choose to make them special. We choose to make them better. And in essence we have the power to make other days special and better as well.
I am not saying that life won't happen. I am not saying that things won't happen
that upset us or that hurt us, all I am saying is that we have the power to make them better. We have the power to still be happy and have better reactions to these events. And that power comes from the gospel. It comes from letting the spirit into your life. It comes from following our Heavenly Father and the things that he teaches. In essence that power and comes from truly living the gospel. And with that power comes a peace like no other. A peace that makes things right in the world.
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