Sunday morning rolled around and like both Friday morning and Saturday morning, Oliver came busting into the room in which Lily and I slept announcing he needed help with his yogurt stick or needed his "soaking" diaper changed. Lily willingly got up with no question about what time it was. I was a little less inclined to start my day (I think it was about 6:45). My Dad is an early riser which I never could understand, but am so thankful for now! With a little help (from a list I leave him), he manages to get the kids thru breakfast without too much of a sugar high. Therefore, I continued to sleep this past Sunday morning and sleep and sleep. My parent's church even starts an hour later than ours (11:00) and I still just seemed to think that I needed the rest more than I needed to sit in church.
My kids never questioned why I was still in my pajamas as they dashed out the door with their busy backpacks nor did they inadvertently make me feel guilty when they returned home a mere 60 minutes later (my parents didn't make me feel guilty either BTW). My kids are very perceptive and inquisitive and yet was it me that was suffering from a lingering "Catholic" guilt (a guilt my kids will never experience as we are not raising them Catholic - gasp!) for skipping church? I think everyone in the house knew mommy needed a little extra rest - rest that only truly occurs when NO ONE is home! They all seemed OK with it....I just wish skipping church would settle better with me...especially when my own sanity and stamina are at stake. I think God will forgive me. :)
Any Catholics (recovering or otherwise) out there that are still plagued by the "guilt"? Someone must have a good verse for me????
Ephesians 2:8-9 "For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works"
ReplyDeleteRomans 8:1 "Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus"
Rest easy friend!