Twice a year all over the world, the members of my religion stay home on Sunday instead of going to worship services and listen to church leaders via television and internet. We call it General Conference and it’s a great chance for us to recharge, recommit, and reflect together as families.
I enjoy these weekends because they remind me that spirituality starts at home. Even as we’re lounging in our pajamas on pillows in front of the computer, there is something sacred in the act of being together as a family.
Because I wasn’t running around trying to get small children (and a husband) into church clothes, I had more time to make dinner. I made a pizza recipe, from Smitten Kitchen, that I’ve had my eye on for some time.
Perhaps it was the inspiring messages I had been hearing, or perhaps it was the simple act of serving my family through cooking, but I felt such a peace and a contentment as I rolled out my pizza dough.
It is times like these that I realize I am so very blessed, much more than I deserve, surrounded by love and family and goat cheese.