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Catholic_Wife
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Please forgive me if I sound crazy, but I just have to get this off of my chest before I explode. 
Last Wednesday afternoon, I felt drawn to stop by the chapel at our parish and pray before the tabernacle for a while. I didn’t have a headscarf with me like I do when I know I am going to Mass, and things just didn’t feel right. I was distracted and felt uneasy the entire time. I got cancelled at work this past Saturday night, so I wore “real” clothes to Mass instead of a uniform. Although I wore my hair braided and bunned, I didn’t wear a headscarf as usual since all of my headscarves coordinate with my uniforms and I have none that go with my “real” clothes. Again, I was distracted and felt uneasy. Although I was modestly dressed both times (long pants, shirts that showed no cleavage and were down to my elbows, etc.), I somehow felt “naked”. Covering my head is something I’ve been doing since the beginning of the year.
Has this become some sort of habit (not that kind of habit), or could that uneasy feeling be God’s way of telling me to keep doing what I’m doing? Has anyone else ever felt like this???
BTW, I now have a plain black headscarf in my car … just in case.
Last Wednesday afternoon, I felt drawn to stop by the chapel at our parish and pray before the tabernacle for a while. I didn’t have a headscarf with me like I do when I know I am going to Mass, and things just didn’t feel right. I was distracted and felt uneasy the entire time. I got cancelled at work this past Saturday night, so I wore “real” clothes to Mass instead of a uniform. Although I wore my hair braided and bunned, I didn’t wear a headscarf as usual since all of my headscarves coordinate with my uniforms and I have none that go with my “real” clothes. Again, I was distracted and felt uneasy. Although I was modestly dressed both times (long pants, shirts that showed no cleavage and were down to my elbows, etc.), I somehow felt “naked”. Covering my head is something I’ve been doing since the beginning of the year.
Has this become some sort of habit (not that kind of habit), or could that uneasy feeling be God’s way of telling me to keep doing what I’m doing? Has anyone else ever felt like this???
BTW, I now have a plain black headscarf in my car … just in case.