My opportunities to attend daily Mass have been very limited lately, so when I had the chance today, I grabbed it.
I had the day all planned out. I’d go to Mass, pick up a coffee (I have a coupon that expires today, and far be it from me to waste a coupon), head to Little Brother’s school for his morning test, do the food shopping, return for the lunchtime test and then be home for 2 1/2 gloriously quiet hours until it was time to pick him up.
As I scribbled out a shopping list, the phone rang. It was the school, at 8:20 AM. Not a good sign. And there was Little Brother on the other end, calling to tell me that a classmate has brought homemade birthday treats for both snack time and lunchtime.
Oh, joy.
The best-laid plans went right out the window with that news, as I hurriedly packed up my kitchen scale and calorie king book and planned to spend the morning at school once again.
But I still wanted to get to Mass, so I finished packing my tote bag for school and made it out the door just in time. As I got out of the car in the church parking lot, I realized that I’d never changed my clothes. I was still running around in the yoga pants I’d put on after my shower, figuring I would change just before leaving the house, like I always do.
But that phone call, which was the right call for my kid to make, got me sidetracked.
I went to Mass anyway.
While I generally don’t leave the house in yoga pants, much less wear them to church, I needed the grace of Mass today more than I needed to bow to my inner fashion police.
Today I am grateful that I got there.
When Jesus said, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavily burdened,” I’m pretty sure He meant “come as you are.”
I’ll be better-dressed next time, but I am so grateful for the moments in which my soul found rest this morning.
As to the food shopping, it can wait until after lunch.
Loving your blog! My fashion rule for yoga pants is to wear a decent sweater and a pretty scarf, then no one notices that I am wearing yoga pants to work. This year I have put on a bit of weight due to some medication I needed to take and all of my regular pants hurt my tummy, I refuse to buy all new pants for the short term so yoga pants it is. Amazing what a difference comfortable pants makes!
God Bless,
Melaina
What’s funny is that I dress the reverse way. Since my 2 surgeries for endometriosis, I’ve had trouble wearing pants (with a waistband) for any length of time as well, so I got in the habit of wearing yoga pants around here, along with whatever top I plan to wear for the day (No sweaters–menopause has removed those from my wardrobe!) When I have to leave the house, I change from the waist down.