Yesterday, I went to confession then followed by attending Mass. It was a strange day as I had been feeling sick. Both spiritually and physically. Mass was beautiful! I was truly fulfilled and was able to carry the grace of God with me and seen it in action all day, and continue to see it today, even after attending Mass again this morning.

I had called my doctor earlier in the day yesterday as I wasn’t feeling well and I have a strange lump on the side of my face that seemed to be traveling down across the front of my ear and down into my jaw and neck. I wasn’t alarmed but I could hear our Lord asking me, what was more important. The Body or the Soul? The soul was my response. I had an overwhelming sense I needed to get to confession. I had been burdened with something that was weighing heavy on me for a few weeks and the only thing I could do, was give it to our Lord. I was going to put off the doctor until today. After deciding to attend confession & Mass, I called the doctors office and left a message. The doctors office called me back to set up an appointment. They had an opening yesterday at 2:00 or I could wait until this morning to go. I told them my symptoms and told them I would wait until today. The woman on the other end of the line said okay and we hung up.

I sat pondering the earlier conversation I was having in prayer with our Lord and started to wonder. Was He telling me to get in to the other doctor too? With that, the doctors office called me back and told me they had moved to another office and wanted to make sure I had the correct address. I was unaware of this and glad they had called back. I also told the woman on the other end maybe it was a good idea for me to come in that day. She completely agreed as the symptoms I had described were borderline serious.

The spiritual symptoms I was having were also troubling. I was getting tense, felt some anger, rage, felt backed into a corner and pressured to make a decision that was going to cause me to sin greatly. I felt as if someone was trying to steel the spiritual consolation our Lord had sent me and take credit for it all. I knew the root of this spiritual sickness needed to be pulled! Confession was the only spiritual surgical answer. Cut it out before it grows. And I did. When I began to confess my sins, I couldn’t stop. The words just kept coming. The more they left me in the confessional, the more the tears began to flow. It was one of the most beautiful confessions I have ever made.The examination of conscious before hand and the praying to our Lord led me to understand the basis of everything that makes my soul sick. The Doctor cured me.

I left Mass walking on air. I had time to stop at Adoration to thank our Lord then headed out to the doctors new office. Long story short, I have been diagnosed with good case of Cellulitis. Chances are if I would have waited until today to go in, I would be in the hospital with an IV drip of antibiotics. It leads to Sepsis and that is life threatening and a major cause of death.

Sin is also a cause of death. It separates the soul from God leading to lack of peace and tranquility in the soul. It causes the person to do things through rage and anger they would never normally do in a state of Grace. It causes uneasiness, anxiety and depression. It is not curable in this world but is treatable and the soul goes into remission even if you do not know the symptoms and signs. The Doctor is always in and His light is always burning bright, waiting for you to allow Him to treat you.