I remember my Mom getting ready for Sunday – ironing our clothes, putting vaseline on the girls’ patent leather shoes, cooking a roast so we wouldn’t devour each other after church. We probably don’t do those things any more but we can still prepare for Sunday. I wish I could say I prepare every week but . . . yesterday I did. I knew Dennis was preaching on Jonah, so I read the book and thought about what God might say to me today. I dealt with some junk in my soul (i.e., sin) so I would be prepared to worship God and to experience Him. I asked Him to open my eyes to others’ needs and to show me whether to respond with a hug, a prayer, a word of encouragement or comfort. I can’t wait to see how today goes. It feels good to be prepared.