I just went to confession this morning. I took the day off work for the event in order to force myself to go…because it’s been 2-3 years since my last…and that one was after 10 years.
It’s been a faith struggle for me, and I think that part of my fear was that I would really have to face not only Jesus, but myself with the things I have truely done wrong. When we don’t talk about them it’s easy to push them aside and pretend nothing’s wrong. But when it’s time to tell the truth…well…
I sat through the Rosary, waiting for my turn in confession, and my hands were SHAKING!!
Yet when I got into the confessional, although I was bawling like a baby calf, I was able to unload all that stuff and focus on the fact that it’s Jesus in there, and he wants nothing more than to see us free ourselves from sin and join him.
I have been so happy today! I’m constantly thanking Jesus and I KNOW that my next confession won’t be as bad.
I really think that for those of us who have trouble getting to confession, that it’s Satan’s doing…he instills the fear in us, he whispers little lies to us and leads us into irrationality, which distracts from the truth we all know. Sometimes it takes great grace just to get us back into the fold!
Isn’t God great?