Today Was One of Those Depression Days When it Was Hard to Pray...
I even considered sleeping in and not
going to Mass at 7. Depression is that way. However, God had other
plans.
Pixie needed to go outside, and I had to get up, go downstairs
and open the door for her. So, I was up. When she came upstairs, she
demanded her breakfast. After looking around the kitchen, I found her
“cup.” That finished the process of waking up.
I showered. Threw on some mismatched
clothes. (I’m at that age where I can do that now!) I drove to Mass,
and I sat in the back for fear of crying. That’s fine. I have found i
can focus more on the Mass when I sit in the back. I pulled my veil
over my face, and I listened as the Mass began.
At best, I can say, prayer was difficult.
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