“Maybe I’m just in a nice period, and I don’t know the meaning of aridity, or something like that. But while the Lord has done great things for me since before I converted, 14 years ago give or take, the whole experience has been an ever more wonderful, ever more rewarding progress deeper into, well love, newness, and, yeah, sometimes a more perfect contrition - a more perceptive horror of who I am and what I do when I momentarily turn away.
But I don’t WORRY about it. Does that make sense?”
Perfectly.
St. Faustine said it perfectly, “My Jesus, I trust in You.”
It’s all about trusting God even when things are horrid and you rail against fate. Even in those black hours where you beg, “God Help Me! Please” (and Opus knows of black black hours where help was not present) and the torment continues, deep inside you know that you still trust in Jesus who seems to be completely absent.
You just accept. Do the best you can with what you have until at exactly the point that He decides in His timeless, perfect way of creation to create the new and better thing in your life.
Phew....glad that’s over (-;, Until next time!
This ferreting out of everything in your heart and soul takes a lifetime and THAT has to be accepted too for Grace to act.
IMVHO!
As for dyslexia: It's interesting, isn't it? My fingers have it worse than my eyes. Yes, it's also a nuisance.
This weeks insight: (known to everyone but myself) If I am given the grace offer my suffering to be joined to that of our Lord, then it becomes a privilege. (And when I forget to ask for that grace, most times, too many times, it becomes an occasion of very interesting language.)