How cliche was it of me yesterday to go back to church on Easter Sunday after not going for years. I've been wanting to get back into church for sometime now but have just made excuses. Last week when my dad put the invite out there again to join him in his parish for Easter Mass. This time... I didn't make excuses... I said YES!
I said yes, knowing my husband couldn't come with me. Knowing that it meant we would be apart for most of Easter.
I have to be honest and say that I was very nervous. Nervous I wouldn't remember to say "Peace be with you" or "Amen" at the right times. But once I stepped in and sat down and looked at all the wonderful Easter outfits on the kids... it felt like home! I listened very carefully to the words spoken. I realized I hadn't been giving god enough credit for everything he has given me.. not what has been taken away. I found my singing voice back as I enjoyed singing every time there was a song. And afterwords... I felt good, like I had reconnected to an old friend, and like maybe this is what my soul has been missing.
So maybe me trying so hard to find a balance was for not because I wasn't incorporating the right balance of things for my soul. I know I need to eat right, I know I need to exercise, and now I know I need to give thanks for every day god allows me to breathe and enjoy those around me.
Amen!