Fyo Rukui
NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN (1962)
Suffering is a blessing once offered up to the only One who is able to give us peace and mercy. It's difficult to feel alone - but it is even more difficult to try and fill up that emptiness with temporary pleasures. I know this because I have experienced it myself and trust me; there's nothing worse than living day by day with that empty hole, that cavern lodged so deep in your heart.
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I haven't been to confession in almost a month, a far cry to when I used to try my best to attend at least once every week. You're probably thinking, "Once every week? Wouldn't you just be confessing the same sins?" And yes, you are absolutely right. It was the same sins, week after week. My pride would not allow me to keep going to the same priest confessing the same sins, so I stopped going. I stopped going because I felt like I was taking advantage of God's mercy and goodness. Confession, which was once such an integral part of my faith was left in the dusty attic of my head, hidden away behind the walls of my pride. This pride, which caused Lucifer to fall from grace. The same pride that urged Peter to deny Jesus three times before His death. Ultimately, it is the very same pride that tempted Eve into eating the apple and sharing with Adam; our first parents. As I write this super spontaneous blog post, I realize that while my pride has stopped me from going to confession, I have also not allowed myself to accept God's mercy and love; regardless of the same sins I commit and am too afraid to confess. As a Catholic I am constantly being reminded to answer His whispers, His tiny callings within the depths of my heart, calling me back to love.
He smiles in our happiness and He whispers in our despair.
Let us choose to listen, whether or not we respond is our own personal choice.
But let us listen for the words that he wishes to impart to us.
Words that may be in the form of a kind gesture, a generous smile or a hand to hold.
Listen, for He is there.
Allow Him to be.
Audi
Suffering is a blessing once offered up to the only One who is able to give us peace and mercy. It's difficult to feel alone - but it is even more difficult to try and fill up that emptiness with temporary pleasures. I know this because I have experienced it myself and trust me; there's nothing worse than living day by day with that empty hole, that cavern lodged so deep in your heart.
I haven't been to confession in almost a month, a far cry to when I used to try my best to attend at least once every week. You're probably thinking, "Once every week? Wouldn't you just be confessing the same sins?" And yes, you are absolutely right. It was the same sins, week after week. My pride would not allow me to keep going to the same priest confessing the same sins, so I stopped going. I stopped going because I felt like I was taking advantage of God's mercy and goodness. Confession, which was once such an integral part of my faith was left in the dusty attic of my head, hidden away behind the walls of my pride. This pride, which caused Lucifer to fall from grace. The same pride that urged Peter to deny Jesus three times before His death. Ultimately, it is the very same pride that tempted Eve into eating the apple and sharing with Adam; our first parents. As I write this super spontaneous blog post, I realize that while my pride has stopped me from going to confession, I have also not allowed myself to accept God's mercy and love; regardless of the same sins I commit and am too afraid to confess. As a Catholic I am constantly being reminded to answer His whispers, His tiny callings within the depths of my heart, calling me back to love.He smiles in our happiness and He whispers in our despair.
Let us choose to listen, whether or not we respond is our own personal choice.
But let us listen for the words that he wishes to impart to us.
Words that may be in the form of a kind gesture, a generous smile or a hand to hold.
Listen, for He is there.
Allow Him to be.
Audi
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