Mine is a life without glitter.
Gone are cheerful days.
Painful is the burden of unease; heavy rests the yoke of worry on my shoulders.
My crushed spirit is in search of consolation.
I am in a state of manifest misery.
How to break free from such sorrowful bondage?
I have been robbed of my ultimate essence – the treasure of gratefulness for life.
If God is the author of life – as He truly is -, then I am to be thankful for this most undeserving gift.
How to be beholden to Him, if not through prayer; how to be devotional, if not through impassioned incantation of His holy name?
When talking to Jesus, blessings indeed convert to bounty; for when praying earnestly, the gates of Heaven open and God’s wisdom starts to pour into a restless soul.
In moments of intense spiritual unity with the Almighty, I feel confirmed and restored.
In the hour of my deepest communication with Him, renewal sets in.
I now am able to discern the will of the Son of the living God.
Worries die on me when talking to Christ.
When in the embrace of the Divine, my heart is emptied of human clutter and worldly anguish.
Thereupon, I realize that I will be able to carry my cross with faithfulness again, glorifying God and consoling fellow men.
The more I contemplate the dying face of Jesus on the cross, the more healing commences.
Any form of depression disappears.
Any feeling of inadequacy crumbles.
Any thought of torment melts away.
In times of intense prayer, I realize that Jesus suffered more for each one of us than we ever will, than we ever possibly could.
FAITHBOUND 