We seem to have a subtle issue in this thread. There seems to be a good degree of emphasis on emotions: feeling “happy, joyful, at peace, enjoying”.
That is part of the problem of language, as we so often speak of love when what we mean is a warm, fuzzy feeling rather than what St Paul tells us is what love is.
Loving one’s parents sometimes involves emotional fuzzy feelings. Having spent several years with my mother as she slipped farther and farther into short term memory loss was not about fuzzy warm feelings. It was about honoring her when her stubbornness came to the surface; when she asked for what seemed like the umpteenth time "What did we (just do, come from, eat, talk about…). Loving her was a task, one that required patience, and one that required that I adapt to a situation far different than, say, 10 years before.
Going to Mass is an activity which requires us to put something in; and often without expecting something (feelings) back. We go to worship God. It is work; it requires us to empty ourselves (be “other” directed), As we approach Christmas, a time often laden with emotional peaks an valleys (and for too many, mostly valleys), we need to look upon the Christmas scene as the beginning of Christ’s journey to the Cross.
It is not wrong to benefit from warm fuzzies. It is, however, a great, if not complete misunderstanding of what Mass is about, what worshiping God is about, if we are focusing on our feelings. Feelings come and feelings go. What we should be striving for is learning, a bit at a time, what it means to love, and gaining experience in doing so.
I had to struggle at times with my mother’s dementia. I would have gladly traded that for boring, repetitive homilies. Life often is a struggle; and a whole lot of that struggle is overcoming our innate tendency to self-absorption, and learning to be other directed.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
In short, it is not about fuzzies. Likewise neither is worshiping God.