Back From The Edge
Many of us never know how close we have come to going to hell. I found out today just how close I really came to being in the place of eternal torment. Really close. When my husband was alive I had come back to the Catholic Church and I prayed my Rosary and loved to spend time with our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. After my husband died, everything hurt, and I mean everything. Little things like going to the grocery store or watching t.v. was painful, and yes going to church was painful too because everywhere I was, I could feel his absence. (He never went to church with me, but I prayed for him much there.) Well, after his death, I was hurting so bad, that I just didn't care about anything, myself included. All I wanted was to not hurt just for a little while. I worked 50 hours a week, because I knew if I kept busy the 'demon' of sadness was kept at bay. (There is a physical law that you can't think of two things at the same time, so the busier I was