Sundays used to be special. At some point in my past, I remember when the pace of this day of the week was different. Maybe it was because most stores were closed, or because my responsibilities in life were much different. Whatever the case, over the past few months, my wife and I have talked about the need for change.
We all have an inner ache to be close to the Almighty. For each of us, we have realized different ways or places that make us feel the closest to him. A friend once told me he felt closest to God while sitting in a deer stand in the early morning hours of a winter day. Others might have a special place in their heart for sunsets and gentle breezes. The question remains: How close to God can you get?