Lord, forgive me! I feel so good when I choose to submit to Your Will, when I see things like a child protected by his Father and by the Other Adults; but, unfortunately, many times I choose to listen to my thoughts (some are good, but most leave much to be desired...) and I end up no longer thinking about Your Will, but about my own will.
In my selfishness I lose the Holy love that comes from You, and only then do I realize that that love was not due in the least to me or to others, but came as a Gift from You.
Nevertheless, I believe You will help me heal. I thirst for You, I ponder You even when I don't pray; I want to be with You even when it's hard for me to start praying, even when everyone scolds me, but even when I am well.
It is You I love, even if I thought I loved others, but in fact I love what You are in others. You wounded me with a longing for You, and since then I haven't felt well unless I sought You, and it's as if I never found You completely, as if there was always something more to discover.
I feel like a child trying to reach the sky: he jumps as high as he can, gets close, but can't reach it, and never will on this earth.
Lord, if You are in the compassionate gazes of dear people, in the tight hugs of friends, in the hearts of simple and pure people, in the shoulder that supports me when I get tired, in the handshake that offers me respect, and in the words of encouragement in moments of stumbling, then I thank You with all my heart... and know that I love You as a darkened and frail little heart can love! Glory to You!
R.N.
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