After weeks of missing Mass for one sick child or another, I finally got to go this morning.\u00a0 The soothing calm of the Presence of Christ settled into my soul. Oh, how I have missed Him.<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0 They could get my body into the pew, but there was nothing they could do to entice my mind.<\/p>\n
What a difference 21 years can make.\u00a0 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.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/p>\n
I wish I could go back and reassure the parents who worried and the grandmother whose warning became the title of this blog.\u00a0 Their hand-wringing was unnecessary, but their prayers paid off.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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