Every day is like Sunday

Thanks be to Thee, Jesus Christ,
Who brought’st me up from last night,
To the gladsome light of this day…
As Morrissey lamented, ‘every day is like Sunday.’ Well Sunday is the day I get to lead worship, but I understand what he meant. When he wrote it, Sundays were the day when everything closed down – except the churches. If church wasn’t your thing, well, it was the day was a tad monochrome.
The older I get, the more I appreciate each day. Perhaps it is because I know that the majority of my life is behind me and I want to make the most of what’s left. I find myself taking a great delight in small comforts and blessings. Just this morning I have been watching my cat curled up on the sofa next to me. Today is a blessing, each day is a blessing, even when we don’t feel it to be so.