Is a cloudy Sunday an oxymoron? o_O

Well, let it be known that I did actually record myself playing the guitar, with my parents' android tablet, but it's decided to be a brat and not upload when I tried.. So we'll try again some other time. =P 'Tis within the first half-hour of Monday morning, but for my sake I'll refer to yesterday as "today". v_V

So yeah, today was good. Sunday afternoons are always a quiet and sleepy time around our neighborhood, and especially in my house for the majority of the time. Mom and Dad like to take naps after lunch, and I usually vow to get a certain number of chapters read in a book or something. But seems like Sundays can be blue days for me, with all their quietness, that reminds me again that I'm by myself. Well there's still Vin of course, but she's usually asleep when Mom and Dad are, and she's hardly one for deep conversation or walks by the creek... And I usually get frustrated these days because I can't decide what to do or what book to read or my organizational project just ends up making my room even messier - I find it extremely hard to function and thrive in a messy bedroom, I think it's a glitch in my hard drive or something - and before I know it, I've wasted the afternoon doing nothing. But I guess that's hardly a day of rest and peace now, is it?

A day or rest and peace, that's what I believe Sundays ought to be.. And I understand that those with big families, well, they can't help the stress trying to get all the kids ready and making it to church on time. But I think that if it's such a huge stress and hassle to get to church, doesn't that really defeat the purpose? True, it might do you good to be at church once you're there. But if it's a drain to go... maybe you shouldn't.
But anyway, where was I going with that? <_< Oh yeah. So it wasn't a stress or hassle to get to church today or anything, but I don't think Sundays should be like mine were, either. Stressing out about getting things read or done, wasting that one day that I have to use completely as I please... I realize I'm just as bad when she's mad about not getting all the housework done she wanted. So today Jesus was just like, "Take it slow. Just play it by ear, just enjoy your day." I thought of Brianna, blowing bubbles off her balcony for half an hour. And it made me smile. So I went outside and played on my swing set for a few minutes, then I think He wanted me to go into the garden, into my strawberry patch.* I found a big ripe one, untouched by the birds that are always pecking the plants. It was delicious. ^_^

The thing about homegrown fruits, strawberries especially, is they go bad very quickly - store-bought fruit doesn't perish nearly as fast, with the pesticides and all, I suppose. But the homegrown are always way sweeter. You have to wait for the strawberries to get ripe all the way around, but pick them right away before they go mushy or get eaten by the birds and the bees[ides].**
Life is a lot like that. You have to pick and savor those little moments, those sweet spots that go before you know it. Pick and savor, enjoy the moment, taste its sweetness - that's how life was meant to be.

And so that's how I think Sunday afternoons are meant to be: Barefoot in the garden, walking through the strawberry patch to find that little red treasure. The simple things you love. Around you the world turns with its quiet noise, as my mom calls it. The birds singing, the leaves rustling in the breeze, the creek rushing in the background. That's what Sundays are meant for - enjoying the world. HIS world.

So I grabbed a new book off my shelf - Jamie and I finished the last Door Within book last night, FANTASTIC ending - and read for a bit, and I found a very sweet email from Brianna out of the blue when I got back on my computer. ;D I think Jesus did that just for me... He knows I love getting notes, especially on down days. They make me feel special.

So yeah, it ended up being a good day after all. ^_^ Just thought I'd talk about it a bit. Camp is in two weeks, Mom's going to Missoula to visit my grandma for 4th O' July, which leaves just me and Dad. We'll probably be pulling the ol' buy-fireworks-that-day-cause-they're-half-off-and-watching-the-neighbors-shoot-more-from-down-the-street thing. Last time Mom was out of town for the 4th, before our roof was re-pitched (it's steeper now), we sat up lawn chairs on the roof and watched the show from there. xD Good times.
But anyway, this week is the only one that I really don't need to be on the computer for anything, so I think I'll be taking these next days away from ye old web that is world-wide. =P 'Cept I always check my email since my boss sends me messages and stuff, so I'll still be there. ;)

Oh, and... Jamie and I got into a mud fight. Just thought ya'll should know. <_<

lol, have a good night guys. ;)

*Not mine by choice, really. Mom planted strawberries a few years ago, then didn't want them anymore because they were a lot of work, weeding and covering them to keep the birds away and all, plus she's got the rest of the garden to tend to, but I wanted to have fresh strawberries, so she put me in charge of the patch. I'm supposed to weed them this week, but I'll be paying Landon to do it for me because he's wanting some money. See, now wasn't that generous of me. 
** Lookin' at you, Elyse. ;)