When you hit a wall in prayer…

Sometimes life throws a wrench in the prayer machine. I chose not to go last Sunday because I didn’t feel well, I was tired, and just wasn’t motivated to attend confession and mass. Physically I felt horrible, mentally I felt depressed. As the week went by, feelings of anger, resentment, jealousy crept in my day to day life. Anything and everything felt off. Is this how Satan works to cause confusion and distortion in our lives? The news cycles were filled with more animosity and anxiety. Children being murdered by their unstable parents or left to rot in neglected homes. My heart was sad and confused by all the news reports. It was harder today to go confession and mass. Why would God allow such suffering, where are the guardian angels? Where is Jesus? I sat in line awaiting to say my confession , I attended mass, received Holy Communion, I felt better. One missed day and Satan capitalizes on the opportunity. I’m reminded how weak we are in the shadows of depression and illness. I have to commit to a daily practice in prayer…reflect on Jesus’ suffering for our sins. “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”