I am grateful for our church, the community, the little school in back of the church grounds that my children have, are, and will attend.
I love the traditions of Catholicism. When I was growing up I knew nothing different-I thought everyone believed in the same thing. I never knew what made us different. I thought everyone adored Mary, and that Saint statues were common. I remember talking with a friend of a different religion who didn’t think that was all so cool-weird even. I never gave it much thought, but I decided to delve deeper and have spent my adult-hood reading bits and pieces about my faith-things I took for granted, or maybe they all just went straight over my head in religion class as a child.
I am grateful my parents passed down the tradition of Catholicism to me. I am grateful that my mother lit Advent candles every year, and encouraged us to sacrifice during Lent. I am grateful that she and my Dad spent their hard-earned money on a Catholic education, and I am also grateful that I was taught by some strict, perfection-loving nuns back in the day. 🙂 I am grateful that I was baptized and I will still remember the day I received First Communion. (Most of those memories had to do with a dress and flowers-oh, I wanted a veil so badly, but my mom made me a beautiful little wreath out of fresh spring flowers. It’s ok Mom, I’m over it!).
When I am in our beautiful church, I think of all the prayers said, all the brides and grooms married, and babies baptized, and loved ones put to rest. It is a strong base, a reminder of the largeness of life, and how much good there is in the world.