In need of prayers

Please pray for me, as I fear I am going to hell. Honestly. Hell. For eternity. Eternity. Do you hear me? Hell. Eternity.


Why do I think this?


Well, there are a few reasons that came to light today when I opened the mailbox to retrieve the mail.


Apparently I am not the only person who thinks I need a few prayers and good words thrown my way. In between the hydro bill and my Mastercard statement (both of which made me take the Good Lord's name in vain!) I found a postcard from our church.


Apparently, our church remembered us in their prayers last week. The postcard was from our priest informing us that mass was said for us and that he hopes and prays we are well.


So, either Father Micheal knows something that we do not...or the congregation of St. Richard's fears we have strayed from the church, or I am simply on a fast track to hell.


It is true, we have not been frequenting our church as often as we should. But, in all honesty, it is quite difficult to get all five of us up, ready and out the door for Sunday mass. Even with the Sunday school program, the Trilogy are a handful in the church.


Sunday is the Sabbath, the day of rest... and let me tell you, by Sunday, I NEED my rest. So, we usually take Sundays pretty slow and do something as a family. Usually it is a hike or a bike ride or something where we can relax and enjoy this beautiful world the Lord has made.


My husband feels that is our way to worship. He is not really a "church-guy" - if you know what I mean.


I, on the other hand, enjoy going to church and when I was single, hardly missed a Sunday gathering. I found tranquility and peace in the pews, following the mass and participating in the prayer and song. Now, not so much. Though, I must admit I sometimes feel the urge to go to church and worship. But sadly, this is only once every four or five weeks.


I counted back and I figure it was on April 6th that DJ and I last attended mass. DJ really enjoyed the Sunday school and I had a very nice time reconnecting with my faith and my God. I left the service refreshed and had a new found desire to return to Sunday mass on a regular basis. But life got hectic...and we have not been back since.


So, as I sit here, looking at the postcard I begin to re-prioritize. Going to church should be a priority for me. Passing my faith and my beliefs to my children is something I do take seriously.


Maybe this postcard and all the prayers of the congregation have worked - I can see the light, and will return to church on a regular basis...especially since everyone is praying for us ...oh, wait a minute...this postcard is addressed to David and Laurie...


Oh Hell! All those prayers said for us last Sunday, were said for David and Laurie...not David and Laura. (God, I pity the girl named Laurie Storrie - that is just not right - it is a sin to name a child that!)


Ok. Now, I need you to all pray for me because all the other prayers went to the wrong person...and after this post, I must be going to hell!