Advent is hitting me hard this year. God is calling me deeper.
There’s a hymn entitled “There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy,” but for me, there’s a deepness. I’m through with the shallow stuff.
God is giving me many graces now, and I do not deserve them. Perhaps it is God’s way of redeeming the years that the locusts of depression devoured. I don’t know. I can only say, with a heart filled with love overflowing, “Thank you.” I am easily overcome by tears these days, but they are happy tears, tears that well up in thanksgiving and joy. I am consumed by hearing the sounds of the everyday world around me and lifting everything to the One Who is the Source of All Joy.
There are few words to describe my feelings. It’s not an ecstasy, by any means, though I am delighted. It is certainly a consolation to feel such.
Why now? Who cares? Not I. I am only grateful.