Santa Cruz Sundays

As you start this next chapter of college, I wanted to carve out a time once a week to send you something to bring you a little encouragement through the week and to remind you of your roots that run deep. Here's the passage that I read out loud in the kitchen to you last Sunday night as we were cleaning up from dinner that you resonated with. HAPPY SUNDAY!  When I wake up in the morning- regardless of the temperature, whether the sun is shining or the rain is pouring- I go outside. I speak aloud to the predawn darkness or the tail end of the moon just kissing the edge of the horizon or the 9 a.m. bright sun of a sleep-in Saturday morning. I say, “This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.” I say it out loud because I’m groggy. I say it out loud because I’m speaking it and hearing it.   And I don’t just say it once. As the cobwebs and sleepy confusion start lifting from my brain, I keep saying that phrase, accenting different syllables, placing va...