My latest column at CatholicMom.com, “Only Say the Word,” reflects on my favorite part of Mass, the part that usually leads to reflection, no matter how distracted I might be.
Here’s a tidbit:
I am kneeling. There’s a squirming child somewhere nearby. If she’s not on my lap, she’s sitting right beside me. Her sister is whispering to me, or looking through my purse, or reaching for something on the other side of me. And yet, in spite of the distractions in the pew with me, I feel the familiar lump in my throat.
C’mon! I shout in my mind. No crying!
And then it happens.
As I start to respond with the congregation, the lump lets loose.
“Lord, I am not worthy to receive You, but only say the word and I shall be healed.”
To read the rest, go to CatholicMom.com.
