I love my city. I love the geography. The hills, the multiple harbours, the coast, the skies. We travel to church early most Sunday's for the music team sound check. The kids and I go to the market and playground nearby. It's hard getting up on a Sunday sometimes and getting everyone ready for an early start. Especially when you know everyone else in the city is sleeping in. Still, it's worth it. There's something about being in the city when its empty, deserted. It feels fresh in the crisp morning air and the lack of noise creates a vacuum that only makes the kids voices and laughter ring out clearer. I really have come to love these times.
It's a good time for reflection.
It always pays to look up.
To look out (here, towards Te Papa).
To look down.
And because its Sunday, its also a good time to look within.
To reflect on God, His creation and His purposes for our lives.
My three sons. Really.
Complying with their mama for a moment.
This is my life. Here. These three men to be.
This is my calling.
This is Wellington on a Sunday morning with my family.