Weather was nice in Georgia in the early fall. We were close enough to walk to Sunday night service. We might stop at Brady's filling station and get a bottle of Coke out of the ice-filled cooler. Then we would pause to gaze up through the colorful branches of the row of towering maple trees that lined the church property.
Fifth Sunday night was Hymn Sing. People in the congregation would call out the page number of their favorite hymns. I liked it when we sang in harmony acapella.
The day would end with a family or two dropping by our house for Mother's pound cake and coffee.
On the seventh anniversary of Mother's death, I am especially thankful for family and restful Sunday afternoons.
For You, O God...have given me the heritage of those who fear, revere, and honor Your name.
Psalm 61:5 Amplified