Has joy become a burden and peacefulness a chore?
Has life filtered down to a series of doldrums?
Motivation is scarce and complacent. To whom do we turn, but the one from which faith finds it's favor and pure source. Oh holy Father give us the strength to carry on. Christ I Believe, help my unbelief!
For far too long and too frequent have the days run together without a reverence for the simple blessings, the little graces that sprinkle down like a heavenly mist. Oh the thankfulness we owe for even the shortest breath, the warmth of a single ray of the sun's radiance, the coolness of a zephyr in the summer heat. Yet in the midst of these we ignore the daily sustenance of our souls. Father forgive our selfish and ignorant hearts.
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