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When I was writing about my mom and said that I don’t care about what she wants, I didn’t mean it. I care about what she wants, but I also care deeply for what she doesn’t care, or want, to percieve: the eternal destination of her soul.
I have a prayer card to St. Josemaria, and I prayed to him every day for the month of May for the acceptance to the MSW program at my alma mater.
Mom likes to “clean” my room in my absence. Read: snoop. Honestly, the mark of a good snooper is putting things back the same exact way you found them. She doesn’t.
I asked Dad permission (at 22 years of age) this morning to attend Mass today, as I won’t be able to go tomorrow because we are celebrating Gramma’s birthday. He said that I could if my sister came home from her retail job on time, but to not make it a big deal if I couldn’t go.
Then he says “when Mom was cleaning your room, I noticed you had a prayer card for Opus Dei…” Ignore the obvious misunderstanding of the pronouns of “I” and “mom.”
He told me to not let religion become dominant in my life.
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Everyone who acknowledges me before others I will acknowledge before my heavenly Father. But whoever denies me before others, I will deny before my heavenly Father. “Do not think that I have come to bring peace upon the earth. I have come to bring not peace but the sword. For I have come to set a man ‘against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and one’s enemies will be those of his household.’