I can smell the greens cooking. I can hear the peaceful humming. Grandma is in the kitchen. Yes, Lord, it is Sunday. I prepare for Sunday School. 11 o'clock service will follow. Mama yells, "Boy, you better come on!" Grandma keeps right on humming. The melody is soothing to my soul. The thought occurs will I be motivated to get there when I am older?
Today, I hear it intially as a whisper, Grandma's humming grows with Mama's unspoken wishes. When Sunday comes to my mind, I treasure the memories. Sunday reminds me of worship, family, and goodness. Back when my Grandma would hum my troubles a way. A time when Mama's voices started my day. I am grateful. Once again, it is Sunday.