Sundays
are beautiful, but I can't explain it to you in a sentence. I'm going to have
to describe it to you, little by little. Stay with me.
Sundays are special. On a Sunday morning, the
feeling of waking up is different from how you woke up the day before. It feels
a bit reassuring, hopeful even, but most of the time it just makes you want to
get up and go, making you think like you have all the time in the world.
There's something about Sundays that makes you forget that it's Monday the next
day. You feel a bit anxious and relaxed at the same time, but it's okay.
Sundays
are spent with family. It's like there's this force pulling us all together
making us want to just stay at home and share a cup or two. It's the day for
outdoor lunches and eating with your bare hands. Sunday is the day when you get
to tell your family about the things that had happened throughout the week from
the happiest to the lowest of situations. There will come a time when the
humiliating stories are being shared and the laughs are resonating
simultaneously, that's when you realize how blessed you really are to be in
that kind of setting.
Some
Sundays, however, are a bit nostalgic. You stay in bed burying yourself under
the sheets and thinking about the things in the past wondering what might have
been. It's a day for looking at old photos and secretly hating yourself for
wearing the clothes you wore back then. It's a day for reading those forgotten
notes and letters from friends and family that you've kept in that old shoebox
that makes you want to just tell them how much you love them. It is during
these rare nostalgic Sundays when you feel that warm, fuzzy feeling building up
inside you, pulling you to a smile and making you realize how much love you
have yet to offer.
Sunday
is a day for just letting your hair down. It's a day for giving your trusty
container of clay doh a day-off. It's the day for losing the make up and
wearing your own skin. Sunday is a day perfect for staying in while wearing
oversized raggedy shirts and sweatpants. It's one of those days when your
sibling sees you in bed with a half-empty tub of ice cream, a laptop, two
pillows and a blanket surrounding you as you fall in love with your favorite
fictional characters. It's a day for you
to pull yourself back together after losing yourself in work and unwanted
emotions the past week threw at you. It's a time for relaxation and a chance to
be who you really are.
Sundays
are for Elvis and The Beatles, for Sinatra and Fitzgerald. It's a day for
losing yourself to the music of Bob Dylan or even John Mayer, whatever floats
your boat. It's the day when I hear my dad listening to the familiar sound of
his favorite instrumentals. The one day I hear my mom singing her favorite song
that's been stuck in her head for the past weeks over and over. Sunday is a day
for good music, but because it's Sunday, any music would suffice as long as it
makes you think less and lip-synch more.
Some
Sundays are spent visiting our loved ones and usually it's the day we spend
time talking to our grandparents and listening to their stories. And funny
enough, even though we've heard their stories countless times, we still listen
and we still learn. We learn about how many Coke bottles can be bought by a
five-peso coin during their time. We learn about how simple yet difficult life
was forty years back and this helps us appreciate the small things like how
lucky we are to have the Internet. Sunday is the day our grandparents teach us
about God, constantly reminding us how important religion is and how going to
church every Sunday can make a difference in our lives. Sunday is the day our
family reminds us to be kind to be everyone, to stay humble and to keep our
feet flat on the ground. It's because of those little talks that go on and on
that makes Sundays spent with relatives memorable and heartwarming. Sometimes those
little talks are what keep us going.
Sunday
is a day for clean slates and starting over. It's a day for being thankful for
all our blessings and for saying sorry for all our mistakes. It's a day for
setting aside all the problems and just living in the moment. It's a day for
forgiving ourselves of our imperfections and loving these imperfections at the
same time. Sunday is a day full of hope and it's a day full of new beginnings.
But there’s one more thing that we should never
forget.
Sundays
are perfect when spent with God. It's that one special day when you realize how
much you really love Him and how much more He loves us. It's a day for prayer
and praise and a day for deepening our relationship with Him. Sundays are
different when spent with God, for it calms me down and keeps me going. His
words help us realize the right things to do and the right place to be.
However, there are some Sundays when we fail to attend church and we can't help
but feel guilty and bothered, but we don't exactly know the reason why. For me,
not being able to go to church makes me feel as if I'm being dragged through
the rest of day, feeling incomplete and anxious all at the same time. It feels
likes having this void in our souls just waiting to be filled with hope and
faith and love which all comes from Him.
Sundays
are better when spent with God and I'm not just saying this for the heck of it,
but because it's the truth. I believe that all Sundays are special with or
without God, but it's basically Him who completes it and makes every Sunday
perfect.
