I took a lot of L's today. It was one of those days where you just can't win. Nothing works out for you. Even the Dr. Pepper in the soda machine is out of order. Like really?? But it was a Wednesday, which meant adoration at 7:00. I just had to make it to 7:00.

Here's the thing. I was raised Catholic, never skipped Sunday mass, went to confession at least monthly, and all that jazz. My parents would sign up for an hour of adoration at whatever church we went to at the time, and that's all I really knew about it. As me and my siblings got older they would ask us if we wanted to go and "spend some time with Jesus," but all I knew was it meant being quiet and still for a whole hour (which was impossible for me).

Then I got to college.

I got sucked into a constant busy lifestyle with friends, school, homework, college sports, etc. There was this constant need to be better and do better to be successful, to make the right grade, and to keep the scholarship. Everything was going a million miles an hour and here I am, last semester of my Junior year, wondering where the time went. But more importantly, wondering how I got through 2.5 years without weekly adoration.

Because tonight I desperately needed to just sit in His presence, in the quietness, and just be still (and cry a little). I needed to sit for an hour and just breathe, feed my soul, and remember that everything is already known and taken care of.

Even if you aren't Catholic, I encourage you to go to adoration. Just sit, be still, let your mind clear itself in a quiet you can't find in everyday life. I promise you, it's the best therapy you could ever receive - and it's always entirely free.