A shower of graces, that is.
I feel like God's graces shower down on me during Mass. They cleanse me spiritually. I leave feeling renewed. Slowly, during the week, the dirt of the world starts building up. It is only Monday and I already need another shower!
I used to go to daily Mass twice a week. It was easy then. The chapel on post was a 5 minute drive. Mass was at noon, so Tony could meet us there. It did not interrupt our day. It fit in quite nicely. And I felt closer to God than I ever had.
It is not so easy now. Mass is very early in the morning. It is not a good time for us. On Fridays though, Mass is at noon. On the post where Tony works. Last year, we went most Fridays. But our homeschool co-op moved from Monday to Friday this year and I have not been to daily Mass since Therese was born. I miss it. I need it. I need that shower of graces.
Today was not a good day. I was not a good person today. I yelled. A lot.* I am not proud. But hitting bottom made me want to change things around here. My goal is to find a daily Mass that will fit nicely in our day again.
*Why do 4 year old boys do things like hammering objects into the hose of a brand new vacuum cleaner? Why?