My wife is great at making sure I’m presentable before I go out the door. “There’s toothpaste on your chin… your collar is crooked… those pants are grubby!” In a certain sense the Church is my “wedding dresser”. She makes sure I am correctly dressed, adequately prepared by the sacraments. She checks me out before I go through the door. I need to press in a little more closely to her if I want to be chosen.
Little Flower, please pray for me.