Tonight, as part of Emma's prep for her First Communion in April, I attended a mini seminar at church about Communion and listened as Father explained quite a bit of what goes on during mass.
To be honest, being a Catholic for 34 years, I've spent a lot of time going through the motions.
He explained what each prayer meant, what he is thinking during mass, what he prays for, and how he helps his church community be more devout in their praying and bring our prayers to God, as a vessel.
It was the first time in my Catholic life I've had a priest actually explain these things, and truthfully- it was long overdue.
He then gave us an assignment. He asked us to get a journal/notebook and write down 5 things we're grateful for every night before we go to bed. 5 things that God has done for us that day and how He has blessed our life.
See, gratitude journaling is something that I started doing a couple years ago as part of one of my November accountability groups focusing on gratitude. Journaling daily. Being more appreciative and showing gratitude for daily blessings- no matter how big or how small. And I haven't made it a priority lately, as I should.
I was reminded tonight that amid the chaos of life, taking 5 minutes each day to be appreciative, to thank God for another day, and turning it over to Him shouldn't be something to do "when we have time" but should be a daily priority, because He truly makes it all possible.
[4 of 5] Source image for #theroadtodamascus , in partially restored and original scan versions. Ghent, Belgium 1889. This is one of my all time favorite cabinet photos in my collection, for its sheer weirdness. I have two theories about why this group of first communion girls wore expressions ranging from unhappy to downright malevolent:
Theory #1 : It was a really hot day, and bundled up in their bridal gowns, they were absolutely sweltering and couldn’t wait for the photographer to hurry up and finish the $%@! photo shoot. And he kept fussing trying to get the perfect shot.
Theory #2 : The priest who had abused most or all of them was standing right next to the photographer, and they were regarding him with a level of hatred varying in degrees relative to their individual experience of his abusive behavior.
Other theories welcome…. .