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Ever
since the day you were born, My child, I am at your door desiring your whole
heart, but…has it been Mine?...How many times have you harshly closed the door
in My Face, preferring the world…the vanities…the occupations…worldly creatures…even
Satan disguised?...Look back and tell Me, if you can, that it has not been so.
How
many knocks did your conversion cost Me?...How many time, my dear soul, did you
laugh, and I was lamenting this with sighs and tears right next to you…Your
resisted me with haughtiness, and I insisted humbly with incomparable motivation…And when once You did come to
open your heart, did you not experience My enthusiasm and rejoicing?
And
today, what can you say?...Have I never cried at the door of your heart?...Have
I not had to await humbly – and with
the patience of God, and with pearls in My hands…and amidst the noise of your
pride – for you to hear Me…What have I done for you except benefit you?...What
am I asking for except that which should be Mine, that is, your heart – but a clean…pure…open…loving…generous…and
sacrificed heart? Is this how you give it to Me?”
(From Holy
Hours by Concepcion Cabrera de Armida)
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