Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sunday morning

Sunday morning,

stillness, no spoken words

only worship faintly flooding

the apartment.

Praising, baking bread

washing dishes.


in these moments,

I see better his plan

for rest, renewal


listening, remembering.

I wrote this poem after a joy-filled morning of just being. I used to have more of these mornings in China, but in the US, I have allowed life to stomp out most of these spaces. After this morning of refreshment, though, I know I cannot continue on like this without carving these quiet spaces into my week. Here is some of the worship I enjoyed this morning on Spotify: Sunday Morning Playlist

How do you get refreshed? I would love to hear in the comments below; I have lots to learn.


Rachel Addington said...

thank you for this spirit-lifting playlist and your poem, and your testimonies, Portia.

Carol said...

I love this poem about daily introspection & domestic bliss!