Why Lord do I not leap for joy whenever I am in Your Presence as
the Baptist did while in the womb of his mother Elizabeth? Why do I sometimes take Your Presence in the Eucharist for granted?
Where is the awe and amazement that should overcome me whenever You are placed
on my tongue? Where are the tears of joy and gratitude that should freely flow
from the eyes of such an unworthy recipient of Love Himself as You penetrate
and saturate every cell of this earthen vessel with Your Sacred Blood? Why do I ever allow myself to be distracted by anyone or anything else during these intimate
moments with You? Why do I sometimes unconsciously thwart and impede the graces You
intend to shower upon me as You and I are physically united? Why am I so often in a rush to leave Church and abruptly end our intimate visit? St.
Why Lord do I fail to love You and Your Blessed Mother as much as You and she love me?