Reconciliation

It was so nice to sit in the quiet of the sun lightened church this past Saturday. There were maybe a dozen of us patiently waiting our turn with the priest. I was told I made and 'excellent, excellent' confession. never heard that before. Well, don't think I confessed to this particular priest either, but still it was very nice to hear. Back in the early 70's I had a priest yell at me because I could not give a definition for grace or baptism or something. Took me twenty years to try it again. Gosh, what I missed over those years. How differently my life could, have been with that powerful grace at work within me. It is what it is and I am what I am because of it. So glad I am no longer afraid to spend time in the confessional. I remember being very surprised my mother had no interest in going to confession when she lived near and with us. I made sure a priest spent time with her before her death, but still, no interest in the sacrament. Didn't know her as well as I thought. I am glad prayer is timeless. I pray for her soul every day.