After my husband died, 10 months ago (which is impossible, but true,) I could not bear the thought of being in the church where his funeral was held. My St. Vincent's family was so kind to me during that awful period in my life. But I still could not bear it. I have attended another church where I was able to be anonymous. But my Catholic roots must be strong and my need to sing, strong as well.
Yesterday my friend, Stephanie, texted me about possibly joining her today, to sing with the choir. I thought about it, prayed about it. And I decided I was ready. I'm not going to lie; I was very nervous about seeing everyone. Lots of fear of anxiety seeing these people who I have sung with for 30 years. I was afraid of the emotions, but I did it. I made it to communion with no tears. Then this song...
This song did me in and I cried for the rest of the Mass. But I was covered with love, of friends, of God. I miss Scott more than I can express. Music is such a wonderful vehicle for opening one's heart. Mine was definitely open today. Thank you Stephanie, for giving me the nudge I needed.
Love and sunshine to my readers. Thanks for taking a moment read my post.
I cry each time we sing that song at Mass. You remain in my prayers Mary. Saint James talks about the joy of suffering. Remarkably it’s true…you are closest to God in these moments. Love you Mary!
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Love reading your blog. So glad you were able to come back to Mass. That song is a tough one … I cry every time I hear it. ❤️