I walked into my Holy Hour with the wieght of the week as I usually do Fridays at 1a.
Life and work on my mind and I feel like I am at the end of my rope. I am usually in a rush because I snoozed my adoration alarm more than I should have and pull up to the chapel praying that God will keep me awake for the next hour so Kay won't catch me sleeping like she has more than once. By the time I get there, Hazel is ready to go and I feel a bit guilty that it is one on the dot. I sign in, grab a rosary and finally face the reason I am there.
My Lord and My God.
That is what my heart says when I see the Blessed Sacrament and I forget all it took to get me here. I just kneel before the altar and let my week fall away.
Today is no different. After having a stressful work experience today that threatened to ruin what was a pretty good week. An experience that made me wonder if this Faith of mine was something I could really grab on to when needed. And if it was worth all the trouble.
When I got here, I didn't need wonder anymore.
I knelt before the altar and let my week fall away.
Now I sit here in awe if the power of God that allows Jesus to present to is in the Blessed Sacrament and my faith is tangible once again.