Confessions are free, easier said than done…

Second Sunday and it was time to wake my soul and exercise. At first I thought about skipping but I thought I read somewhere not to skip leg day…well in my case, examination of my conscience day. It’s getting easier and to be honest my heart was not so heavy since my last confession. As I commit to each practice of soul examination on Sundays, I have come to realize that I listen more in church following the exercise. I still struggle with mind roaming but I noticed I’m listening more to the gospel. As I listened today, I still stared at the statues and prayed no one was set on fire as everyone held candles for this Sunday’s mass. I didn’t want a candle but one church leader would not let me choose and ensured it was in my hand and lit. I stared at the flame and realized I have a stronger yearning to understand the gospel than I had before when I was just content with mass attendance. Something is changing, is it possible that I have lost an ounce of fatty guilt, pride, and shame in my soul? I have spent a lot of money on counseling and oddly I got more relief from these past confessions than I have ever had with a counselor and the irony is it was free. I could have saved a lot of money and I didn’t need to join a gym-who knew?