I’m sure many people share my love affair with sleep. I wish I could be one those superhuman like individuals that can function on low amounts of sleep, but I am on the other end of that spectrum. I love sleep, and we have a joke in my family we say to couples pre-baby arrival, “You don’t even know what tired is!”
How many times have we made promises to ourselves that include some type of condition? For instance- If I wake up early enough or if everything works out, I will do XYZ.
I have previously mentioned my affinity towards 7:00 am weekday mass, but lately I have not been meeting my conditions in going. Last week I casually prayed to Mary and said, “If you help my baby go to bed at a reasonable hour, and then have him wake up to be fed in time, I will go to mass in the morning.” Welp, don’t threaten Mary with a good time because she of course delivered and I in turn went to mass in the morning.
A few days later it was the same scenario. As I fed my baby in the rocking chair looking at the time and realizing I could easily make it to mass if I didn’t go back to bed, I began making up excuses in my head not to. “I already went this week,” I told myself, plus I was so tired! In fact, I resided to not going as I put my sleeping baby back in his crib. Funny enough though, just as my head hit the pillow he woke up and I knew Mary was nudging me to go. “Alright, alright already Mary! I’ll go!”
So that’s the story of how I went to mass last week, riveting I know. I guess the point is, next time you are trying to get something done, ask for a little holy help, better yet set a holy alarm clock. They won’t let you hit the snooze button.