As early as I can remember, there was never a question as to what I would be doing the first Friday of every month. As a child and well into my teens, there was never an exception to this. No matter the excuse or sickness, I was expected to attend first Friday vigil without fail. Although there were times I resented my parents for this, I would grow to know Jesus more and understand this devotion.
However, after moving out and attending college, this devotion waned and eventually took a back seat and other priorities took place. Years passed and I would make an effort when available to attend first Friday, but never consistent enough to complete the 9 Fridays again.
Starting the first Friday of this year I was able to attend mass, on the solemnity of Mary. I made a commitment that day to complete my 9 Fridays this year and make it a priority. As of today, I’ve completed 6 thus far. In doing so, today I found myself in front of the blessed sacrament feeling at home. Through the benediction, and the familiar words of ‘O Salutaris’ I felt at peace. It brought me back to my childhood and all the Fridays I spent growing to love this devotion. That no matter the trials or oppression I experienced, that God was always there and adoration was a place I could find peace. That Christ has truly sustained me and will continue to be my source of joy and strength.