I had a long night Saturday night. It had been a busy last day at work for the week. My customary aches and pains were setting in. Sometimes at night, I have to get up every hour or so for a potty run. That makes the night seem very long and I get up feeling tired.
All throughout the night, I was thinking about Sunday morning and how I should go to Church. I LOVE going to Church! I love the singing, I love to praise, I love to spend time in prayer…I just love Church and spending time with God. As I stumbled back and forth to the bathroom, I’d groan and think how tired I was and did I really want to go? Then, sleep for a little while and the cycle would begin again. I argued and stewed all night long and still hadn’t decided what I was going to do when I got up to bathe and dress. Of course, I got up a little early, which meant I was getting drowsy about the time we needed to leave the house! Yeah! Nap time.
I decided I really wanted and needed to go, so off we went. Outside, fall weather had arrived in all its glory. A little misty, and a little dreary. A real mood lifter. And of course, I was dreading the long walk into the church with my walker. Yada yada. With two rests along the way, I made it to the pew and had a little time before Mass began, to pray and nod at a few regular faces. And then…Glorious! The opening song was one of my favorite Twila Paris praise songs. We sang of God’s goodness and mercy and I swayed in my seat like a good little “pentecostal” Catholic! This set the tone of the entire morning! I thanked God for getting me there and for the opportunity to praise and to pray and to worship and to sing! What time I wasted dreading that walk! What a glorious time I had! It just shows I still have a lot of work to do on my attitude some days…I’m still a work in progress!