In the middle of my physical sufferings, the inner music of my soul will not stop praising God with acts of virtue offering Him my love.
- St Genoveva Torres Morales
Everywhere I look people are getting ready for the Holidays. The mood is turning festive. I must admit that for me this time of year has become my Passion. Please do not think that I can even begin to compare my passion with the Passion of Our Lord. I can not and do not. Yet, I feel very much as if I am suffering my own passion.
This week is Michael and my birthday week. All the time that we were married we celebrated the day between our two birthdays. In celebration of Michael's last birthday our dear friends Debi and Roy drove from Texas to celebrate with us. We all knew this would be our last celebration. We had so much to talk about and so much to celebrate.
This week we will also celebrate All Soul's Day. It reminds me that we must pray continually for the Holy Souls in Purgatory. Michael, who promised me and I him that we would pray each other out of Purgatory would actually be celebrating his birthday. Our Lord certainly writes straight with crooked lines!
This is the beginning of many "lasts". Each one is written on my heart.
Lord, let the inner music of my soul
be made sweeter by my tears.
May my prayers and remembrances open
my heart to your grace.
May my lamentations become hymns of JOY!
~Cindy
Sad and beautiful at the same time.
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