We woke up, got ready, drove to the church, and for a second or two, we couldn't figure out why the parking lot was full.
My husband and I looked at each other at exactly the same moment and groaned, "Day Light Savings!"
We both felt silly. But we also felt a little sad. My daughter was scheduled to serve at 9:30 Mass, and my husband was scheduled to be an usher.
We thought we had let God down. We thought that the clocks had jumped ahead (like they do in the Spring).
And then, John said, "Hey, wait. That doesn't mean we missed 9:30 Mass! This is the 7:30 Mass getting out. It's really 8:15!"
We might have been really bummed about missing out on that extra hour of sleep, but we were all just glad that we hadn't missed the chance to serve.
So now, we're home, waiting, and enjoying the gift of time.