small pieces of joy

pieces of joy in each day


Sunday’s small thing: getting myself to church

Obligation. What a negative sounding word. No one likes to do something they have to do. It takes all of the fun out of it.

As Catholics, we are told to go to mass every Sunday, if we are able. And the church does a great job of making it almost impossible to miss mass, offering up to five different times on the weekend, and multiple parishes to go to. The priests live on the parish grounds, so mass is never cancelled. Plus, if you’re out of town, guess what? There is a Catholic church there too! Geez…It’s almost like you have to try really hard to miss church!

After Dad and Grandpa were diagnosed it has been really hard to pray, and especially get to church. Have I missed a Sunday since then? No, actually. And that is shocking to me. You would think I would have stopped going while I’m upset and not understanding ‘God’s plan’.

But the crazy thing is, I’ve needed to go. Each time. God has had something important to tell me, and I needed to be there to hear it. It is in the times when I don’t feel like going that I really NEED to go. I never leave the church thinking, “oh yeah, I should have stayed home.”

It is the obligation that has kept me going down the right path. It has made me understand discipline and the importance of doing things I have to do, even when I don’t want to. Where else in our lives is this important? Everywhere.

I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning. But I have to in order to take care of my family.

I don’t want to talk about how sad I am. But I have to in order to allow myself to heal.

I don’t want to love my husband when he frustrates me. But I have to in order for our relationship to thrive.

The list goes on and on and on. And I will have to remind myself to try to handle these obligations with grace every day, even when I want to grumble and pout! Hopefully next Sunday I will have a better attitude. 😉 

 I really just wanted to share with you how much this idea of obligation, of doing something simply because you should, not because of desire, has helped me to get through each day.  

Because if I had it my way, I’d still be in bed.


When in your daily life do you have to do things because you should, not because you want to? How do you handle them?