This morning we are driving to the "big city" to attend a Traditional Latin Mass at the Cathedral. It is going to a hectic morning since we must leave at 8:30am for noon Mass. First we are picking up a fascinating lady whose daughter has 8 children and lives in a Catholic commune in Arkansas. Then we will meet to pick up more folks about an hour down the road. My van will be full. I feel so popular, but I suspect it is the 5 empty seats I have available! Afterwards there is a lunch and then the long drive back.
I know there will be some difficulties with the children, but if I am prepared with extra clothes, snacks, books, and tapes then I think I can cope. I am looking forward to meeting some of the other Catholic homeschooling families I have been corresponding with via e-mail. But mostly I am looking forward to attending High Mass again. While I know I shouldn't make decisions by how I feel, but when I attend the Mass of the Ages, the Mass attended by so many Saints, I feel like I am part of the holiest thing imaginable on earth. It draws me closer to God, it persuades me to put away sin and strive for perfection. It simply helps me be a better mother and wife and child of God. I took the service for granted when we were in Virginia, but I treasure the opportunity I have today to experience a little piece of Heaven.