I Made It!

After weeks of missing Mass for one sick child or another, I finally got to go this morning.  The soothing calm of the Presence of Christ settled into my soul. Oh, how I have missed Him.

When I was a teenager, my parents threatened and bribed me just to get me through the door of the church, but I would let my mind wander onto important things like my boyfriend, how I could tease my bangs a little higher, or how much I hated being there.  They could get my body into the pew, but there was nothing they could do to entice my mind.

What a difference 21 years can make.  For the last 5 weeks, there was nothing I could do to get my body to the pew, but my mind went there as often as it could.   

I wish I could go back and reassure the parents who worried and the grandmother whose warning became the title of this blog.  Their hand-wringing was unnecessary, but their prayers paid off.