“I am not one who can claim to be stronger, wiser or happier. I am one who journeys among the broken and among those who continue to rejoice for glimpses of heaven along the way.” - Joyce

Sometimes our needs are really quite simple. Deep within us, our desires truly speak of something good. We just don't hear them often, maybe because of fear, or our willingness to face whatever difficulties we need to face in order to reach them.

 

They need to be awakened however, so we can live full and meaningful lives. We need to hear what it is we truly, deeply, and sincerely desire.

Lord, from you comes indeed the words of life. I write not out of my own knowledge. I write not out of my own whims. Everything I write I jot down only in behalf of you. For it is you O Lord who speaks unto me your wisdom and it is you O Lord who reveals unto me the truth. How I desire to share the things you taught me. How I pray to make known your beauty and your saving grace. Yet wretched instrument that I am, how often do I fail to reflect the Light that has come upon me. How my words fall short of the eloquence of your thoughts. I am weighed down by the darkness that still looms within me. By fears that shake the strokes of my pen. How then shall others understand? How then shall lives be touched and changed?

It is no wonder people laugh at my works and make a joke of my labors. They find all the wrong things about it and discourage me all the time for my useless pursuit. Some were courteous enough to stay silent, but I know that they read them not as well. They turn a few pages and soon fall soundly asleep. They pretend to have read it yet says not anything they learned from it. They think I'm crazy trying to do what I do. They think I waste my time with toils from which I profit not.

Yet do I waste my time indeed? And what is the profit I should seek? Is it not to be content in your Holy Presence? Is it not to learn each day from you? Is it not the healing of my own wounds as you give me words that soothe the pain of my own heart? For the gift you have given me is thy gift to me indeed. Even before its fragrance blesses others, your perfume anoints me and gives me joy I can never exchange for any profit that this world knows of. You have blessed me indeed. You have been patient with my blunders. You have given me your smile as I pushed on.

O Dear Father, let me not give up now. Help me as I hone your gifts night and day. Renew my strength as I tread the path that is both lonesome and rought, as I face struggles that are truly great and long. And if I should offer my own blood with which to write down every word, let me offer it willingly and joyfully as you have offered your own. Let me weep not for my own pain. Let me not complain for my own cross. For it is through suffering that others may be relieved, through my own wounds that others may be healed. And it is through this cross that hopes will be rekindled, bringing forth the good news of a brand new day. Amen.

Dear Jesus, they say that the world is so beautiful and it is just a pity that I couldn’t see it. They say that there are so many wonderful colors around, colors that make you happy and that brightens up your day. They exclaim, "What a beautiful sunrise!" or "What a magnificent sunset!", and then they tell me just how much they wanted to share those things to me. And I believe they are able to, Jesus. They are able to share their happiness with me even if they’re not able to share their eyes. And I am grateful to them. I thank you for all the wondrous gifts you have given us in this world.

Many times I must admit it, I would really like to see as they do. Not so much because I am unhappy with my gifts, but because I want to experience all the good things you have made, believing all your creations can never fail to give us joy. And I am indeed joyful dear Jesus. I’m joyful for the cool and gentle breeze that caresses my face as I walk along the shore. I am joyful for the warmth of the sun that gives life to every creature here on earth. I am joyful for the carpet of grass my feet walks on, for the flowers that bring me such sweet fragrances, the fruits that tastes so succulent when they are ripe for the picking. And yes, I am joyful for the music that brings my soul upwards into heaven; birds that chirp so sweetly, the crashing of the waves at shore.

I thank you so much dear Jesus for all that you have given me, most especially dear Lord, for being able to feel, to be touched with tenderness and love. Someday I know you will bring me new gifts, new expressions of your love and greatness. And I thank you even now for all those wonderful things to come. One day I too shall know what a star is like, things too great for me now to touch but never too far away for me to reach with your strong and loving hands.

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