St. Mary's

St. Mary's

St. Mary's Catholic Church gives me a closeness to God that I can't seem to feel anywhere else. When I pray in my room I lack the presence of God. I feel like I am talking to myself. I've also visited other churches, but his presence is also absent. There's something about St. Mary's that just brings me home.
  There's a white plain baby room before the actual service room. As I walk into the service room the scent of vanilla hits my nose. The candles are burning away by the alter. During the service I can hear babies in the background. Their giggles and cries carry into our large room. Their goo's and ga's help us realize maybe the room isn't as sound proof as we thought. Also during the service Jr. my younger brother is walking past me every ten minutes. He claims to be going to the restroom. As many times as he goes to the restroom makes you'd think he has a bladder problem. As he squeezes past me he always steps on the tips of my toes. Then there's the lady who sits behind us every Sunday. She is always whispering to her kids. But, they aren't even listening. She continues to whisper despite the fact. I find it funny and it's hard not to laugh.
St. Mary's has wooden pews with red embrodery. The pews are used for kneeling at different times during the service. They always get slammed down and go down with a big bang. The embrodery is rough on my knees. It's a good thing we don't kneel down for too long. The pews are there for a purpose but they also serve as entertainment for the children. The pews squeak as the little girl beside us lifts the pew up and down and up again. All the familiar sounds blend in as one.
Music is played at different times during our service by Miguel, our solo guitarist. He sits at the front, to the left, and at an angle. His voice is so beautiful and carries through the large room. We all join in and sing along with him. As we sing his voice is the only one I hear. His voice along with the lyrics of the song bring me closer to...