July became my fighting month.
After two months of regularly attending daily Mass, I suddenly found it very difficult to drag myself to church in the mornings.
July was the month during which I would wake up and roll over to see that I needed to leave for Mass in twenty minutes. Then I'd lie there for ten trying to decide if I needed to go.
I fought with myself. I fought against my complacent desire for sleep. Each morning, I had to make the conscious decision to go to Mass.
Or not.
Not all saints have the same sort of holiness...but all arrive at God. -St. John Vianney
