Today is the third day of our St. Maria Faustina novena. I recognize the grace of suffering in small bursts, but it is so hard to firmly grasp. Nonetheless, my recent hospitalization (appendectomy and aspiration pneumonia) fleshed out the value of offering up pain and lonliness. I was so focused on Jesus at a time that in the past I would be uncomfortable and wallowing in self-pity. Suffering as a joy, as Faustina shared? I can see it, like a fuzzy picture on the television, and I am eager to focus on her joy...where are those rabbit ears?
God calls us to much more than we, in our weak sinfulness, could ever aspire to. Only His grace and love empower us. It makes me feel loved and joyful on one hand, sinful and pitiful on another. I know this sounds like an unresolvable dichotomy, but it seems very clear to me, thanks be to God.
My nine-year-old daughter broke the digital camera tonight. She cried pretty hard, and knew she broke the rules. I was gentle. What can I do? It's just a stupid camera. Last I checked they make millions of them every year.
God calls us to much more than we, in our weak sinfulness, could ever aspire to. Only His grace and love empower us. It makes me feel loved and joyful on one hand, sinful and pitiful on another. I know this sounds like an unresolvable dichotomy, but it seems very clear to me, thanks be to God.
My nine-year-old daughter broke the digital camera tonight. She cried pretty hard, and knew she broke the rules. I was gentle. What can I do? It's just a stupid camera. Last I checked they make millions of them every year.
