This morning I managed to get thriugh the morning without stress over making it to mass on time. I didn't allow myself to get angry and gripe at the boys. I was able to handle everything objectively and systematically. The boys behaved ok at mass. We had a missionary pries Fr. Murphy who is involved with an organization to help the poor. I was able to have a talk with both boys about gratitude for what we have and about the importance of helping the poor.

After I took the Eucharist I sat in quiet and felt a very strong and presence of the Lord and felt as tought he were speaking to me in my subconscious. I had my eyes closed and felt as though I could see the light of His presence more brilliant than I had ever seen. Now that I think about it I remenber that the reading spoke about the Lord of hosts and I wondered what that meant again.

In the afternoon we watched a baseball game and then went swimming. While we were swimming my son decided to go on a big slide. He got frightened and came down but decided to try again. He had a lot of trepidation but eventually went. When he came out of the water he told me that God helped him do it. He told me that he said a prayer for courage to go.

I was very proud.

Yesterday I was thinking about my story and a clearer idea came to mind of how it unfolded. When I first went to rehab I came to understand the disease concept but fought the spiritual solution. This is what kept me from stying sober.

Thanks be to God for another great day.