Sunday morning

When I think of Sunday Morning I think of that particular smell, kinda like a musty closet and old books. And I can hear the still hum of the air conditioning. And the feel of soft carpet under my shoes.

But this Sunday was different. All those things that defined Sunday mornings recently, faded out of sight. Until I saw what's really been here this entire time. Unity in worship.

Sweet time in prayer with my Pastor, then convicting words from Bible study. Even sweet worship from that ol' hymn book and those songs I've heard dozens of times. And the heavy peace the spirit brings when He wells within my soul. It was good.