In the summer of my youth, Sunday nights were the most fun. After church, sometimes we would go to Mr. K's or VIP's with a killer kid's menu. But the best was when we used to go to the store and my dad would let us pick out whatever we wanted for dinner - we finally got smart enough to share our picks (Holly and me) so one person would get a dessert to share and one would get Totino's pizza roles that burnt your chin when you bit into them. It would stay light for what seemed like forever. Then, to know that you didn't have to go to school the next day was how heaven will be - I am sure.
Now, in my life, Sunday nights suck. For some reason, they remind me of how alone I am. I usually try to have friends over or go out with H&H, B&E - but friends are busy and Brent is grounded...so I'm home. I do not know what it is about Sundays that make me very lonely and faced with the fact that I am alone...but it happens almost every Sunday. I like my job now, so I no longer stress out over that, but something happens in my psyche, only on Sunday nights, to make me feel this way. I wish they had a single-use Zoloft for just such an occasion.
I must admit, my faith was strengthened this weekend - the Lord answered a very timely prayer on my behalf. He took care of me - and maybe that is why this Sunday I do not feel as alone.
- Red Letter girl
- I work at a Christian School district only 4 miles from my home. The people there are full of grace and love and I am glad to be a part of this ministry. I have a neice and nephew whom I love dearly. They are 12 and almost 15 respectively. I have two amazing sisters and two amazing brothers-in-law. Of course, I would not be here if it were not for my mother agreeing to marry my dad. Good going mom! My parents are my life and I would literally be NOTHING without their unconditional love, support and care. You rock mom and dad. Then there's Will & Lora...their giggles are like sunshine and their parents crack me up too.
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