My husband often tells me that I’m lucky, and not just because I snagged him as a husband (although that part is true too).
“Most people can’t hear what God is telling them. He seems to always shout at you,” he said.
He’s pretty right. God puts things on my heart all the time. I just get a feeling about something and I instantly know it’s Him.
A recent example– about 2 months ago I was overcome with this beautiful feeling of being intensely loved during mass. Out of nowhere I had tears in my eyes. I swear I could feel Him telling me to come to mass more often. Telling me that once a week is not enough; He desires me to receive the Eucharist more often. It was so beautiful.
And then I forgot about it the next day because, you know, life.
Later that night a friend randomly called and said she was going to morning mass the next day, did I want to join her? I had to look up to the sky in that moment and laugh. He used my friend to remind me of what He wanted– for me to come to mass more often. I started going to morning mass that next day.
Daily mass at my parish is at 7AM. During the summer months this has been perfect—everyone’s still in bed so I can sneak out and be back by 7:40. During the school year I know it’s going to be harder to keep up my new habit. My kids have to be out the door by 8AM.
Regardless of what happens in the future, I’m grateful that God knows my heart and knows that I need to be reminded often and sometimes even “shouted” at to know His will for my life. And I’m extra grateful for the past 6 weeks of daily communion with our Lord.