A gentle, faintest idea of nature's rhythm as the clouds change their color from blue steel to gray as I look up at the sky this morning from my window. The break of the day carries a spine-tingling chill, inviting a spell of contemplation as it greeted me; good morning!
Today is Sunday, a sacred day for many Catholics to honor their commitment to attend Mass. Notwithstanding that the week offers seven days to work towards our goals, we carve out this special day to connect with God, express our gratitude, and absorb the wisdom of the sermon. For some, Sunday serves as family bonding, filled with moments spent together. With that being said, I pass by this day with the weight of my son’s carries, I pitch upon an inspiration in the memories we shared and the love that remains.
This morning was supposed to be a routine one for my health. I had my periodic laboratory tests lined up, including a urinalysis and a blood draw to check my triglycerides and cholesterol. But to prepare for the blood extraction, I needed to fast for ten grueling hours. Just as I thought I could power through, I woke up with a stubborn stomach ache— acid reflux! It seems that my plans for a clean bill of health were derailed before they even began!
I had to push back my laboratory test today and reschedule it for tomorrow at the request of our family doctor. He wasn’t quite satisfied with the results from my urinalysis last month, prompting him to have me repeat the test three times! During those tests, he discovered elevated sugar levels in my urine, even though my blood sugar was perfectly normal.
After running two tests at the same hospital and a third at a different facility, he finally felt reassured with the latest results. It turns out he suspected the discrepancies might stem from the type of reagent used in the earlier tests. So, here I am, ready to get this sorted out once and for all!
As the hours passed, my stomach ache gradually faded, and I finally felt ready to enjoy my breakfast. I decided to skip the hospital for my laboratory tests; since I’d eaten, I couldn't have the blood extraction for lipids and cholesterol. Under the best of circumstances, I attended the Sunday Mass this morning.
The church buzzed with the energy of fellow Catholic attendees, although the service started a bit later due to unforeseen circumstances. The church was adorned with an array of vibrant flowers, fragments of the "Santa Cruzan" celebrations from the day before, where children joyfully offered blooms to the Blessed Virgin Mary, and this Sunday was particularly special: it was Ascension Sunday.
With the sun shining down in all its glory when I got home, I felt a double-edged sense of happiness deep in my heart when I recall standing amidst the beauty and devotion. It filled me with a warmth that lingered long after the service ended; I was truly grateful to be a part of the morning Mass.
What about you? Is your Sunday filled with warmth? Let's hear it from you.
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