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For as long as I can remember, Sunday’s have always been a special day to me. I think the reason for that is they somehow symbolize a chance for a new beginning, or a fresh start. By the time Sunday rolls around, I can shake off the disappointments or failures of the past week and start looking forward to the blank slate of a brand new week in front of me.

On Sunday, I have time to reflect. I’m the kind of person that one thought triggers another in a sort of chain reaction, and where I end up isn’t where I started, and if I’m being completely honest, isn’t always where I intended to be. And that’s ok, because on Sunday, I can see past the moment, and for a minute, I can see a part of the bigger picture.

On Sunday, I’m motivated to be a better person. Maybe it’s because of the time I have to reflect, but I always end up thinking through my actions and reactions to certain situations of the previous week. Sometimes I’m happy with the choices I made. Usually I’m disappointed with them. I always think of ways I could have handled situations differently, or things I should, or shouldn’t have, said, or things I should, or shouldn’t have, done. Either way, those thoughts give me a resolve to do better next time.

Sunday’s remind me of grace. As a Christian, this reminder/realization is extra special to me. Without grace, I would be stuck in the rut of disappointment. Instead of grace allowing me to realize that I have so much opportunity in front of me, I would be stuck dwelling on my failures. Grace is what allows me to keep moving forward, even after I mess up. The opportunity to reflect allows me to see my shortcomings, grace allows me to acknowledge them and then move on.

On Sunday, I feel loved. I can surround myself with people I love, and who love me, even if only for a little while. That isn’t to say I can’t do this on any other day of the week, but on Sunday, I have the time and presence of mind to appreciate it that much more.

What does Sunday mean to you? Is it special, or is it just another day?