Friday, August 30, 2013

Divine Mercy

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.

Him.

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.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

One day. I'm gonna learn

I don't know when, but one day I will accept that I can't do it on my own.

Today's lesson involves a couch. Remember the (porch) couch I got from Maggie when I first moved here? Well, the time has come for it to leave my apartment!  Actually,  the time came when I was rearranging my apartment and cursing out Katherine Heigl and bought a new couch, but the old couch is SO DARN HEAVY!!! Sassy and I had a helluva time just sliding it to the other side of my apartment one night...indeed it was another (positive) rearranging fit.

Anyway, I was having coffee with a friend the other day and she mentioned that she didn't have a couch and I jumped on the chance to get it the hell out of my house.  Out damned couch, out!

That leads me to this morning where I decided I could move it and load it onto my friend's pickup truck he was letting me borrow...all by myself. You know me, stubborn as hell problem solver I am!

It's stuck.  The couch is stuck inbetween landings and it has no intention of leaving.  I believe it discovered it has squatter's rights and has taken up residence in my hallway.  This wouldn't be so bad...if my neighbors didn't have to leave to home to live their lives and stuff.

So now I am waiting for Roger. He was super excited to wake up this morning to get me out of an avoidable jam, but I am his hag and he will do anything for me. I should have just called him in the first place...