Just Another Sunday Morning

Just this week I looked at my husband and asked, “What if I just didn’t show up?”

Yes, this was a Sunday morning. Sunday mornings are my Monday mornings.

Fortunately, this feeling passed. I made it to church. I even enjoyed my time at church. But it was a feeling.

Read more about the Sunday blahs here.

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