That's a photo of the church where the wedding was held on Saturday. No, it is not a Catholic Church. It is a church built in 1897 - and still standing. On top of a mesa where no one has lived for probably a hundred years. It was a beautiful day for a wedding.
I got to spend a few days with my daughters. They were kind to one another the whole time.
But I got to see myself and realize something. My eldest brother gets on my last nerve. I love him. I know he loves me. But he gets on my nerves. I try to smile, but I know it is phony and forced and I am sure he knows it too.
So, this morning I checked the Archdiocese's website and found confession from 7:05 to 8:15 at a nearby church. I went there on my way to work.
When I got into my car to leave the church, I thanked God from the bottom of my heart for his forgiveness and mercy. And I also thanked him that I am a Catholic and I can avail myself of this wonderfully healing sacrament - any day of the week.
It is more effective than therapy. It not only makes you FEEL better, but it truly makes you BE better. The price is right too.