Sunday Morning, 9 am

(Clever play on Simon and Garfunkel, no?)

It’s like fall outside. This morning is one of those days that remind me of the days my mom would sing “Oh what a beautiful morning / Oh what a beautiful day…” It’s Sunday morning, and because of this it would be one of her favorite times of the week. On a good Sunday, she’d be headed to Church, ( all of the Church families I remember from past years: Sunset Hill, Tri-City, Linden, First Baptist NKC, Towerview…) and Sunday School, Church service, small groups, even children’s church in the older days brought her so much joy.

She’d probably see this sun comin up and think… well, I’ve already shared it.

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