Harvesting The Fruits of Contemplation

Lord, no matter how hard I try, I will never be able, on this earth, to fully understand Who You are and how undeserving I am to have been created in Your image.  Why You would humble Yourself to take on human flesh and to die for a sinner such as myself? - Because You love me and  offer me an opportunity for eternal life.  ( Image Source )   There is much that has happened in my life that I still do not understand. Though at times I have become so despondent (over what I now realize were mere trifles, toothpicks) that I begged You to end my life, I "know": that everything that has happened in my life was a part of Your great plan. Every second of despair was designed to bring me closer to You. Every scream of pain and hopelessness was a step toward being transformed into You. Everything I have experienced or will experience in this life is intended to assure I can spend eternity in Your Presence. I marvel at the depth of Your love for me - Your infinite Patience.  St. Ca

Lord, this day we give You thanks for all that you have given us but most especially for the Gifts of Your Death and of Your Continued Presence among us:  

Pondering Tidbits of Truth is my simple and inadequate way of providing nuggets of spiritual wisdom for you to chew on from time to time. Mother Angelica "All earthly joys are finite glimpses of eternal bliss. But because we tend to hold on to what we see with our physical eyes, we tend to forget what can be seen only with the eyes of Faith. And so, it is that Heaven is always remote from our thoughts and removed from our daily experiences." (From Mother Angelica on God, His Home, and His Angels )   St. Chromatius “Our Redeemer has taught us not to desire justice, that is to say our salvation and perfection, with a faint-hearted desire, nor with lagging, indolent effort; for He tells us that they are blessed who pursue it with the intense yearnings of an interior desire, in the same way as those who hunger and thirst seek food and drink. For if anyone of us craved and longed for justice with such desire, he could think of nothing else but that justice day or night nor seek