Reconciliation

It has been hanging over me for ages, that I need reconciliation.


So last night, I prepared dinner for family (who are all down with the bot) and slipped out for Saturday Vigil (it being the first Saturday of the month) and surprised myself by arriving 20 minutes or so early. I sat in the car, realising there was time. So I made a bargain with Jesus: If He was sitting waiting by or in the confessional, then I'd go in.


I walked in, and there he was, sitting outside the confessional. So, it was natural as, to ask if he was there for reconciliations, we fussed around trying to find the lightswitch for the room (he's a temporary priest until the new one settles in). I was then ransacking my mind, what was I going to say, what were they all, that had sent my heart in a downward spiral?
Then sitting down, the words were perfect, and I didn't blubber, though tears pricked, and it was as natural as sitting for a cuppa with a friend.


During Mass, there was a difference, and I wondered what it was. And there was no self-consiousness, the sincerity was simple too.


Talking about with my son during bedtime afterwards, it dawned on us - the mind wasn't going round and round in circles. It was quiet. He laughed that others (like myself) agonise over going. He finds it simple and normal.


Today, I haven't spent time in useless stuff, in fact, no desire to...


So simple.