I was in desperate need of mass this morning. I knew that this week was not my best and no matter how hard I tried to get out of my funk and focus on the good, the only thing that was going to get me right again was attending church. There is something to be said for being in the church. I know a lot of people who love god but hate the church. I used to think that the church was useless, I admit it. I thought god and Jesus had more interest in my belief and love for them, than WHERE I was while believing and loving. I realize more and more, that there is so much power in the church. When I go, I feel "right". I know that the presence of god is abundant and that there is power in the prayers of so many. Although I cannot partake in the Eucharist yet, I know that what I feel and say and do during mass matters. The church provides a love that no other place can provide. The church is female and nurturing, loving, womb-like. It is a safe place to share your hopes and fears and tears. I cannot see how anyone would not enjoy that. I am ready to take on this coming week. I am ready to pray more and treat each day as a gift (our homily was about time and living positively in the present). I am thankful for those of you who comment on my posts. I am in this learning phase and there is so much more I need to learn and I ponder each comment and stow it away in the church in my head.