Church

I went to mass last night for all souls day. For my grandmother. It was a Catholic mass. I grew up going to Catholic mass. I am not baptised or confirmed or even properly educated in the ways of the church just what my grandmother, my aunt and my mother taught me is what I know. Stand up. Sit down, kneel, pray, stand up, sit down. Amen. And Also to you.
I have been to other churches as an adult. Some I have really liked. Some not so much.
I like a more contemporary feel to the services. I enjoy music that might be a bit more upbeat. I enjoy a sermon that is a bit more casual I guess.
There is tradition in a Catholic mass there is comfort in it. It reminds me of being little. But it's not really what I enjoy. I found myself feeling as I did as a child "is this over yet" "what is with the cell phones ringing in here" "I cannot understand the prist" when I should have been really focusing on my praying.

I have been praying a lot. I have really been trying to be a good Christian. A better Christian. I would like to find a church that I could be more involved in that I could belong to that I could take the boys to so they could know and feel the power of God. I haven't found one yet. Plus add to that Dominic and I have very different views on what church is or should be all about. I don't know if going to church together would ever be something he and I could or would share.
But I can tell you in the past few weeks I have really be trying to study and pray and just I dont know I cant put a finger on it and I have to say there is a peace about me and things have been going in a more positive direction. Coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not.

Today (well it's early just a bit past 8 am ) I am thankful that I live in a country where I can choose my religion freely. I can go to any church I want after I find it. How is that?