Sundays just seem like a hurried maniac day instead of a day of rest and rejuvenation. Yesterday started out no different.
I got up and prepared to make myself into something that wouldn’t scare the natives. In the middle of curling my hair, (I had left my flat iron at my Mom’s house, which she still is holding hostage) my curling iron crumbled in my hands. Literally, it fell into pieces as I was making a beautiful curl. I was on my last curl, thank goodness.
I then had the hardest time to find something to wear. Yes, I know I could have prepared the night before, but the outfit I usually pick out never fits my mood. Yes, I dress according to moods. (Who doesn’t?) In the middle finding the “perfect” outfit, I notice my nails are half-way painted. Really, I look horrible.
I start wondering if I should go back to bed and skip church. It is easy to forget the reason why we strive to get to church. It just seems like we are rushing like crazies to go sit in a pew for an hour. However, out of guilt that all my kids and hubby are ready to go, I continue to make the mundane effort.
After painting my nails on the way to church in the car and breaking two more nails, we finally arrive.
My hubby takes the kids to their classes and I go to “Big Church”. I’m greeted my an usher who hands me a little grape juice and cracker for the Lord’s supper. I said to myself, are you sure you can trust yourself with this purple juice – your morning hasn’t been such a winner thus far? (Yes – I constantly ask myself questions.)
Well, I get to where we normally sit and just enjoy the peace. I honestly start laughing out loud. Can you imagine missing this moment – when the kids are in Sunday school, I’m getting a breather, no one cares if my nails are painted, or if my hair is in disarray?
A sweet friend walks in and just spreads a smile and a hug. The music starts and a sweet calm spirit fills the auditorium. We begin to praise the King of Kings, who loved me so much and still does. We celebrate together the resurrection that changed all mankind. Our Pastor starts speaking of being in the middle of God’s will – there is no better place. AMEN!
Was the crazy morning worth the mundane efforts? Yes and YES! God was truly glorified in every way!
Does my day get better? YES!!! Our family gets some true relaxation. Plus, we were to do a little shopping and founds some awesome sales.
I can’t imagine what my Sunday would have looked like, had I missed because I had thrown in the towel and gave up.
Blessings to you!!! You are LOVED!!!
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Isn’t THAT the truth?? In order for me to get up, dressed, and eat (in theory, I should fast an hour before eucharist), and get there, I actually have to get up earlier than I do the rest of the week. So, it doesn’t really seem like a “restful day” but I feel so much better about life if I just make the effort. I will never miss going to mass while on vacation, but somehow it’s harder at home. Go figure!
You should reclaim your flat iron. Those things have a way of being held hostage for years. Trust me. My mother threatened it once.
Beautiful post. Thanks for being so real! I almost gave up on getting to church yesterday, too. But, like you, I’m so glad I made the effort! It was worth it. 🙂
Your mom just cracked me up!!!! I really miss going to church!! Sigh!!
ooppps sorry – will try to mail this weekend. Love your hair, your smile, your nails, just you!
Yes, this is your mother.