Mama working for Our Lord!

As usual, I needed to go to confession. The nearest Church has confession from 4pm to 5pm on Saturdays. I went to bed quite late last night, and was awoken at 5 am! ARRRGGHH! I managed to sleep a little more up until 8am, but it was riddled with wakefulness. After running a few errands, I was desperate for a nap. Ended up sleeping from about noon til 3:30pm. I tossed and turned, had horrible dreams about rabid birds, and Ron Jeremy (eek!).

I sleepily noticed that the clock was progressing, and that I needed to get up soon if I was going to make it to confession. This is where good ole' Mama comes into the picture. At 3:30pm, I had progressed in my dream, having escaped the rabid birds, I was waiting in line for confession alongside Ron. The priest came out of the confessional and stated that he was sorry but he could hear no more confessions because he had to leave the Church and deal with the rabid bird situation. So I continued to snooze, assuming confession had been cancelled. It's weird how dreams can convince you of things like that isn't it? Right at that moment, Mama decided to call me just to check up on how I've been. On top of that, she didn't even want to talk more than 10 minutes, and she usually can take up 30 minutes to an hour. So when I got off the phone it was 3:40pm. I was left with no choice but to drag myself to the Church reluctantly. And I'm so glad I went. Seems Our Lord really wanted me to make it today. I'll try to be a good girl from now on. It'd be nice if I can take communion on Sunday for a change. What a good God we have! Deo Gratias!