I certainly spend some Sunday mornings grumping about in bed, not wanting to get up and schlep for a forty minute walk to Church. Or having to get up at 6am to get to the very early Mass, so I can make it to work when I’m needed. And I’ll admit that, in the moment, it feels a bit like a privation.But I’m not having my time or energy stolen from my real relationships. I’m choosing to spend it on one.
And, of course, she’s absolutely right. Go see.