Lord, it’s no accident that when I cease to give you the place of honour in my life, my life ceases to reflect your life within me. Help me to find my way back to giving you your rightful place in my life. I once ached for the church doors to open so that I could kneel before you and adore you. Our hearts would find one another after a while – when I eventually managed to throw off the distractions and the doubts sent by the evil one – and I knelt before my God.
My breath would catch in my throat, as slowly my mind and heart were able to turn to you stripped bare of pretence and standing before you as though naked, I stopped trying to talk to you, and inexplicably our comunication flowed.
I love you, I hope I always will. O, help me to love you more!
I’m on my way to you this Saturday morning, even as I click ‘publish this post’.
p.s. The image above is a photograph of the Tabernacle in my home parish!