This morning is Sunday.

We are not going to church.

It is very restful.

This is what we did this morning:

Now Analie and Joey are back at the condo napping, and this is the best way to spend a Sunday on vacation that I can possibly think of.  We enjoyed Creation, had a lovely walk and got to talk to each other, played with our daughter, and are now resting.

Since Joey is a pastor, one of the things we are trying hard to show Analie as she grows up that church attendance will not save her. (It won’t save you, either.)  Because Joey always has responsibilities on Sunday mornings, missing church every now and then is not something we will do.

Worship shouldn’t only happen on Sunday mornings at 10:45 am.

Neither should it only happen once a week.

So when we’re on vacation, we will intentionally stay in.

We’ll make slow breakfasts, drink coffee (well, Ana won’t), sit on the couch, and be still.

We’ll go for walks, play in the leaves, explore, breathe the fresh air and watch the birds.

We’ll talk to each other, play games, and tell stories.

We’ll take naps.

We’ll be alone.

Together.