Nothing at all has gone as I had planned for the last few days. Yesterday I was up at 5 and didn't fall into bed until after 11, and I don't think I ever stopped. Mass, school, inservice, grocery shopping, nplanned (to me) crawfish boil/birthday party, church visit, packing for camping, trying to find altar servers for First Communion Mass on Saturday, sewing new patches onto uniforms.
Today, I looked forward all day to a visit to the little chapel tonight. I need it so badly. I feel like a spring that has been wound too tight. I need that time to sit in God's presence, and just be.
I arrived at the gathering point for the Boy Scout campout. Even though I'd tried to find out last Sunday if they would have enough drivers, no one could give me that answer until today. So it turned out that I drove the 2-hour round trip to camp. It wasn't a bad drive, but it was 8:30 pm before I arrived home to my waiting hubby, and once again, I missed the chance to go to the chapel.
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