Upon my front stoop I sit this glorious Sunday morn.
Birds chirping, the wind whispering a summer song beginning its slow decent toward fall.
I feel my heart full up with happy.
The quiet of the morning makes me feel close to God. This is my church.
The warmth of the sun caresses my skin which is comforting and a reminder that I’ll always be taken care of. A reminder to trust in my faith.
The love of John has grown deeper and more profound this summer. I want to capture it, bottle it, and hold it close to my heart always.
Sitting upon my stoop outside my olive green cottage home, I feel joy rise up in me.
Deeply giving thanks for my life – my Joie and Kylie – my family – my mom – my Cassy.
My stoop of which I sit upon that helps me sit in these quiet moments of reflection.
Life is good. No bells. No whistles. Simplicity of which makes my life feel so very rich.
I shall sit upon my stoop a bit longer yet. But when I move on with my day, I’ll rise slowly and breathe in all of the beauty around me, filing my Sunday Stoop thoughts in my heart. They will carry me through, reminding me just how precious, fragile, and beautiful this thing called life really is.