I had my first Holy Hour in goodness knows how long during the week. The Church had just reopened !! Alleluia!! It is so true that we often have to loose something in order to value it and goodness was it ever valued. Sitting down and setting the times on my phone reminded me of my Auntie Grace. Grace was a Nursing Sister who travelled the world with her best friend Thelma and I think all they ever saw was the beaches. Spiritually it felt just like that, lazily having a whole entire hour in front of the Blessed Sacrament. Heaven. I noticed the Church had an amazing amount of people the whole time. Many of them in and out for a while, But I also noticed others who I think were doing far more than the mere hour. Folks streaming in and out of the Confessional constantly. How wonderful. Coming out it was like Moses coming down from Mount Sinai. Best of all I am about to go back to that Holy beach to lie down for another our. God is so Good , so very ,very good. I would so love when my time comes to die during a Holy Hour, I would not have to wait to go to heaven, for already I would be in heaven.