Holy Days at Church

So, I was moved by The Spirit to dress as Tiff for the Holy Thursday Mass. I had my nice black and white zig-zag print skirt (which is longer than knee length), a white camisole and a black cropped jacket with my black and white oxford heels. I actually met up with a friend of mine that I only usually see at mass around Easter. She’s semi-retired and half deaf (litearlly, knows sign language and everything), but really nice and welcoming. Once she realized that it was me, she was really REALLY cool about me. The priests sermon was about accepting those that are different, which is probably the reason that I was called by The Spirit. I also saw some of my friends from my regular mass and they were able to see me all dressed up and what I am going towards, which I think might help the journey. Plus, I talked to the priest after mass and he told me that I was always welcome at their church, which gives me much more confidence too. Friday, I did the Stations dressed regular because it ended only an hour before I had to be at the part time gig(and I didn’t know when it would end). The part time job was interesting too, cause one of the guys is from Africa, and he and I were talking about the Easter customs over there vs here and it was just really nice. Saturday was a regular day Mass that night was really nice. I dressed up for that as well. I had a nice pair of slacks, my purple satin blouse and a black vest, it was really cute. I sat with friends of mine from the regular school mass, and it was a really really nice service. It was three hours long, but it’s my favorite mass of the year (now if it happened more than once a year, I probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much).