Sunday Breath May 25, 2025

Sunday Breath

The sky looked different this morning, but not in a way I could explain.

It wasn’t the colors or the clouds.

It was something else—something still.

I didn’t rush.

Not because I wasn’t busy, but because I knew what the day was for.

It’s not always easy to pause when the week runs fast.

But Sunday has its own speed.

Slower.

Wiser.

Quieter, maybe, but not weaker.

There’s a shift that happens when the shoes go on not to grind, but to go inward.

When the world doesn’t need a performance, but a presence.

And instead of trying to be productive, you try to be… poured out.

I could’ve stayed in bed.

But something pulled me up.

Not a task.

Not a list.

Just a pull.

So I moved.

Not to impress.

But to remember.

And maybe that’s what this day is for.

To remember where strength comes from.

To recenter before the noise begins again.

To pour a little more love into the cup of someone else’s day.

And to walk through the door—any door—with peace already in your breath.

It’s Sunday.

Not a day off.

A day in.

A day to realign.