My version of Sunday

For the majority of people Sunday is the wind down of the weekend.  You spend time in church, hanging out with friends and family, or catch up on things that need done around your home.  There's also the phrase "Sunday Funday" that people use to describe this start of the week.

Growing up my Sunday's were spent with my mom and sisters.  We would attend church in the morning and then go grocery shopping for the week.  Our afternoon's were spent running around the house or yard and jumping on our trampoline and mom would get ready for the week ahead of her.  My dad on the other hand spent his Sunday's at the farm because no matter what the cows still need milked twice a day and everyone needs fed and watered. 

Sunday's now mark the start of my work week since right now Saturday's are my day to sleep in.  I also am at the farm for both the morning and evening milking's. 

I don't want you to think that I don't enjoy my Sunday's because I do.  When I started milking Sunday morning's I quickly learned that there is no better way to celebrate God than to see the sunrise and spend the day with the animals that he created.  For me I feel closer to God at the farm than I ever have in any church service.  It's not your typical type of fellowship, but it is very fulfilling. 

I'm from a very small town and we are the last dairy in our county so the majority of people around here do spend their Sunday morning's in church.  When my dad grew up it was the opposite.  Most people spent their time in the milk barn and if they made it to church that was great and if they couldn't, that was okay too.  Growing up I thought that I had to be in church every week to show that I am a Christian.  Now I know that the world is filled with all sorts of people who worship in all different ways.  God made us all different and he also made the dairy cows and the dairy farmers.  He knows that we have to work on Sunday instead of treating it as a day of rest.  I've actually had more than one person look down on my father and me for being at the farm on Sunday instead of having our butts in a church pew.  To those people I would like to ask, Are you going to volunteer to come take care of our animals so I can go to church? 

The lesson that this taught me once I was old enough to understand is that it takes all kinds of kinds, to quote a little Miranda Lambert.  Without diversity life would be a lot less exciting.  At this point in my life my Sunday's are spent with the cows, the hubby, dad, and Frank.  And that's exactly where I want to be.