Thursday, March 17, 2011
I have made good on going to either mass or adoration every day. I have come to love adoration even more than I already did. I have the codes to get into two different adoration chapels at churches that are relatively close to work (4.5 miles and 6.5 miles).
I have quit my own brand of gluttony. Does saying it is "my own brand" make it sound less like a deadly sin? Probably not. I guess I call it that because I am not anorexic or bulimic. I am not grossly overweight. But I exercise a lot. And believe me, I am not thin. So in one week of not eating like a pig, I lost 3 lbs. That is measure of whether I am really doing what I said I would do.
This afternoon at adoration, a woman came to the chapel. She didn't know the code, so someone let her in. She made a lot of noise. She came and sat in the pew right behind me. I was sitting and she was kneeling, with her face in my hair. I don't know why she chose that place - the chapel had only 3 others in it at that time. Instead of being myself, I prayed for patience. I felt her presence, because she was very very close to me (in my personal space, one might say), and sensed that she was very troubled. She stayed only for five or ten minutes and then left. Just as noisily as she arrived.
Thank God I didn't get angry. And when I say "Thank God," that is exactly what I mean. Left to my own devices, I would have huffed and puffed and moved away from her. And that could not possibly be helpful to someone who is suffering terribly.
I pray God will continue to work on me to make the person HE intended me to be, instead of the person I created through my own self-will.