I've decided Catholicism may be in my future. I normally wake up around 6:30am on Sundays to have some quiet time, eat a waffle, finish prep for Bible Study, and try to negotiate my hair before leaving for my Southern Baptist church at 8:30ish.
Since I was in Atlanta this weekend, I was planning to attend Mass with my college roommate Angie and her hubby, Victor. So after downing yummy Thai food at 10:30pm on Saturday night - I asked what time I should wake up. Since Daylight Savings Time would be plaguing us in a few short hours, the answer to that question was already being prayed over in my own head. Angie replied "Whenever." I'm sorry, what? That's right. Angie and Victor would be attending church at 5:30pm, so the wake up call was suddenly null and void. I started praising God 12 hours earlier than normal in that moment with eyes closed and hands above my head.
I continued to worship Him in that very same fashion until 11:30am. Soli Deo Gloria.