remind you of Himself.
See how He loves you, and how He looks for you from a distance. It is no coincidence that in the midst of your suffering, longing for His presence beside you, He is in the pain and embracing one embraces the other, so that that which is lesser falls aside to leave you open to Him. Do not fret that there is pain in the love, for love is a flame that burns with a purifying pain and mingled in the sweetness of the Lord, warm and reassuring.
See, even if the earth were swallowed up, you will not be separated from Him, and the dread of sin leaves the soul pristine, like a first snow fall.
That which we will become is not yet clear enough set forth for us to guess what it is. But everything that transpires until the moment we are free to be one with Him, we are continually amazed because He reveals Himself to us in His work. If we recognize His work, we will not be alone, but be close to Him no matter where we are.
I tell you this from solitude, and the very solitude gives way to peace in Him so we do not forget nor grow cold waiting. Soon enough we will be with Him and marvel at His grace. In His embrace is peace and rest and comfort that does not end. A sunny day often gives way to gathering clouds, yet the sun still shines until the earth herself turns away. Then in the dark we may converse with Him, and pour out all our misgivings to Him. Be at peace that He is even now providing for you so that you do not approach Him without company of your angel.
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Watched a video about St. Padre Pio again. I was struck by the thought that he was incredibly gentle with people, while he was treated harshly by the Lord in piericng his body with the wounds of His passion. Many people who inflict pain on others do so willfully and with great enjoyment. Padre Pio is striking for his humility and simplicity, in essence, the love of God. Let us be clear; the woundsof Jesus penetrated the palms of his hands, the instep of his feet, and his side. If he held up his hnds, it was possible to see through them. The membrane covering the wounds was open for Mass, and at other times it reappeared. So often in movies about St. Padre Pio, they appear as a red patch on his hands. The wounds were not mere discolourations, but injuries that bled constantly when the wounds were open. He bore them well.