Bummed out, I sat there waiting for morning Mass to start. As my fingers aimlessly wandered across the Rosary beads my mind wandered across the vacuum of time and space.
I couldn’t seem to get over my feelings of self-pity. I bemoaned the fact that my knee hurt, my required face covering was making my glasses fog over and the thought of chocking on my own carbon dioxide were simply too much to bear.
My blank stare and unfocused gaze slowly fell on the huge crucifix behind the altar and there He was…hanging there with nails thought his hands and feet.
Oh, wow…what was I thinking? I had no idea what pain and suffering was. I just melted into a steaming pile of humility.
Thank you; Lord, for keeping me grounded.
My self-pity is totally unfounded.
When I get to feeling blue.
I need to focus upon you.
When all the world is upside down.
And life put my face in a frown.
I can always count on you.
To be there and pull me thru.
Amen
