Changing Habits

It was “our” day. Once we opened the restaurant Sunday was the only day we closed…so we could do anything we wanted. Our conversations usually began with W saying, “What do you want to do today?” My response was always, “Whatever you want!” I was never much help. But being foodies, we always began with brunch. When walking was easier for him, we tried all of the available options. Yes, we had our favorites, but W would research, especially Trip Advisor, and decide what new place we should try. Off we would go…never helping my waistline… always a willing participant. When walking became too difficult for him, we would do the dreaded fast food drive up window. But we went out.

Once he left me, I knew that Sunday mornings would quickly become the worst of the week. What the heck was I going to do? The rest of the week I could manage.

We had always talked about returning to church but he was raised a Baptist and then became an evangelical. I was raised a Roman Catholic. Nothing ever seemed like a good fit for both of us. We “auditioned” some churches. Even talked to a few pastors…but the perfect match never presented itself. God was never far though, and when we talked about being buried…after our “family plot” was purchased…W said he wanted to be buried with two things. One of which was his Bible. (More on the other item later.)

Almost immediately I decided to spend my Sunday mornings at church! Not just any church…the cathedral! And what a place it is! http://www.savannahcathedral.org/about

I am inspired every time I enter the space…it rivals churches I have visited in Europe. And the music is sublime. Its beauty surrounds me and gives me peace. I feel part of a community…not that I have joined any groups, because I haven’t…But for that hour I am fully present and I leave able to face the day and whatever comes along.