Daylight

05

This is the day you made
I'll rejoice and be glad
With all that I am
This is the day you made
I'll rejoice and be glad in it

I sang along to my alarm. It's 6 in the morning of a Sunday.

Have I told you how much I love Sundays?

It's just that every Monday, we dread the whole week to come. Then comes Tuesdays, where everything gets a bit better (except for me. Tuesdays are the worst). Wednesdays are always days with full schedules, and I don't even know why. Thursdays are a bit chill, too, but still heavy in anticipation of the last weekday—Friday. Fridays, really, are mostly looked forward to by people, but not me. For me, Fridays are more stressful than Mondays. They sum up the whole week, basically.

I know I've already told you about my love of Saturdays. However, Sundays are just different.

Sundays shed some light to the whole emotional spectrum of a week. After all that took place in the week, after days of either being on fire with God or barely listening to Him, Sundays always bring me back to who He is in my life. My Lord and Savior.

In our family, we're all Born again Christians. We regularly attend church nearby at a 10 AM service. Which might lead to you wondering why I have an alarm at 6.

In our church, we have volunteers that help run services. To cut the long story short, I'm a volunteer in the worship team as a keyboardist, and I'm scheduled for this morning's service.

After the run-through of songs with the worship team, I decided to check my Instagram before the worship service starts.

I scan through stories of people and their whereabouts on Sundays. How I wish it was easy to invite people to church.

The 3-minute countdown before the service started, which is also the cue for the worship team to get ready. I was about to close my IG when I saw Juan's story of a church somewhere near. As I swiped to close the story, instead of it closing, I accidentally pressed the sad react.

Why does it have to be Juan again?

To add to that, I wasn't able anymore to explain that it was a misclick nor to unsend it, because by 1 minute on the countdown, the worship team has to go to their places already. And it's already less than a minute on the screen. I quickly left my phone without exiting my Instagram app and climbed the stage.

Lord, please don't let me get distracted while I worship You, and only You this morning. I prayed as we started to sing and praise.

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It was only after the service that I was able to open my Instagram once more. I was relieved (and to be very honest, a bit disappointed) when I saw that Juan hadn't seen my reaction yet. I quickly unsent the reaction, hoping that he didn't get notified yet.