It is Wednesday, and I haven’t been to a Mass since Sunday. I’ve read the readings on my own for each day, but I have not attended church in person or listened to a service on the radio. I stink. I really do.
I was lamenting to my husband that I wasn’t able to go to Mass for the feast of St. Joseph yesterday. Work has been super-busy, I mentioned, and then there are the usual challenges of cooking, cleaning, taking care of the dogs, and the like. It felt lame to say that, but his response was, “Well, it sounds like you’re working hard, just like St. Joseph.
I needed to hear that!