In my world Sunday is NOT a day of rest. Not the front end at least. At the Popcorn house in the a.m. on the Lord's day, you better get outa' the way. Coffee is perkin', alarm clocks a'ringin, and hot rollers are cookin'. You'll find Mr. Popcorn's Bible opened on the dining room table strewn with highlighters and papers with scriptures scribbled in the margins. If you ask the three kernals about Sunday morning memories as little kiddos, I'm not sure they would fall under fairytale. I get sort of cranky when all five of us have to get cleaned up and out the door at the same time early. But the thing is, we have always been glad we made the effort. If Friday night was busy, and you're tired, get over it. If Saturday night was filled with hoopla and you're weary, too bad. Because come Sunday morn, you know where you're goin' and it's not back to sleep.
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Popcorn - I have the most vivid memories of my mom on Sunday morning mad as a hornet and trying to get the 5 of us out the door. On Saturday night, she would roll my hair in pink sponge rollers as we watched "Hee Haw" and "Lawrence Welk". It didn't matter how late any of us had been out on Saturday - going to church was not an option.
Amen. Like Gerald always says, "If the Jew can go, YOU can go."...words of truth.
when i was old enough to drive, it was a blessing! that meant i could have an extra 10 minutes in the morning after my crazy, loud, coffee drinking fam had already gone out the door. oh man. i miss those days:)
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