Friday, May 24, 2024

Sharing


Behold the light :)


A word about sharing. It is difficult to share when the cross touches everything with its shadow, and is constantly making it self apparent. To put it bluntly, you cannot share the cross with anyone else; it is a solo performance. You must hurt it is in His Will that you should suffer. At least, it tests your love, and is assertive. Every moment that you toss in bed is another experience of pain, which, though minor compared to His cross, is dominant.

People can share in your joy and your love, however, so if you are sharing the cross, share also your joy and love. There are times when I don't know which is harder, the solitude or the pain, because they are so with me in so many moments.

No one owes me anything, but, rather, it is I who owes so many others, supporting me with their intentions and prayers. Slight though they may be, the pains can be more than a person can bear, under the circumstances.

Being grateful supports love, and being grateful makes the difference between totally dessicated, and merely arid.

In the darkness is a secret light; it is the discovery that He is very near and wants to hear from me. Should it always be tearful? It should, at least, be grateful, because He also shares His light  in the darkness, and His presence in the solitude. There is no other reason to be alone or to be in darkness except to shine light into the darkness and love into the solitude, for Him, in a secret moment, and in for His children, some of whom have known all too much of the cross.

Wherever I am and wherever I look, there He is, like a reflection of mirrors in the mirror of now. There will always be only  one moment when we are one with Him forever at last. We should live in such a way as to anticipate that with the greatest joy.

May you find Him supporting you as you hang in suffering, and may you be granted to gaze into His eyes fore always.

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