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Kyson
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Probably you have heard this story a million times, but I have don’t face my inner demons before or after or I get out of this one or I get swallowed by the waters. Like the prayer says, I am not ashamed to show to You my sores; I am afraid of my sins, but I trust Your Mercy. So I will cling with all my might and hope for the best.
Yes, I have struggled with depression and anxiety. Yes, I will seek professional help when I have the chance, but it is not the time as I have no access now and it will have to wait a bit longer, if that worries you. So, letting out of the question. I was kind of a lapsed, but some years ago I have been trying to take seriously my faith. Really. Mass, Blessed Sacrament, Prayer, Bible, Rosary when I got to it, Confession. Well, you know. However, it seems like I have hit a massive yet invisible wall.
Its like all what I have been trying to do all those years, without knowing how or when, have vanished in front of my eyes. Being back in square one. Now that I have learned too much, I can’t avoid my responsability. My reason understands, yet my heart refuses. It’s like I never understand anything from the beginning and keeping being an ignorant for all your life. What’s that faith my reason speaks of? What’s that love that everyone speaks of, yet seems incomprehensible? Probably I stuck my nose on bussiness that were not mine. Probably I tried to go too far away, probably I read spiritual books that were too far away from my state and I seeked it out myself.
Why everytime I read what saints said it just strucks me with fear and turmoil? Yes, sure are those scruples again. I thought I got better from them, but it is like I never recovered. That loving of suffering and seeking suffering and everything suffering suffering suffering, and everything pointing at suffering, trials, martydom, beause is a proof of love. I thought, like St. Ignatius said, that the Lord opened my eyes a tiny bit, but now I understand that I really understand no thing. It keeps leaving me dumbfounded. Sure, it is a mystery of faith. And faith only comes from above. Yet thinking that only what is left in this life is that, is not a nice prospect.
And probably after that, you would tell me, but life is but a breeze in comparision with the bliss of Heaven. Yeah, cool. If one could probably get stuck on sin, sin, sin, everywhere sin, you sinner, sin this, sin that. Sin is an offense to God who loves you deeply, you are responsible for your actions, how could you do that to someone who you love. My reason knows, but my heart don’t. Penance, penance, penance, fasting, hey pray, be charitable please, penance, to pay for your sins in this life. I always appreciated St. Augustine’s life, but how to answer and justify what you do after you have meet God.
Yes, I have struggled with depression and anxiety. Yes, I will seek professional help when I have the chance, but it is not the time as I have no access now and it will have to wait a bit longer, if that worries you. So, letting out of the question. I was kind of a lapsed, but some years ago I have been trying to take seriously my faith. Really. Mass, Blessed Sacrament, Prayer, Bible, Rosary when I got to it, Confession. Well, you know. However, it seems like I have hit a massive yet invisible wall.
Its like all what I have been trying to do all those years, without knowing how or when, have vanished in front of my eyes. Being back in square one. Now that I have learned too much, I can’t avoid my responsability. My reason understands, yet my heart refuses. It’s like I never understand anything from the beginning and keeping being an ignorant for all your life. What’s that faith my reason speaks of? What’s that love that everyone speaks of, yet seems incomprehensible? Probably I stuck my nose on bussiness that were not mine. Probably I tried to go too far away, probably I read spiritual books that were too far away from my state and I seeked it out myself.
Why everytime I read what saints said it just strucks me with fear and turmoil? Yes, sure are those scruples again. I thought I got better from them, but it is like I never recovered. That loving of suffering and seeking suffering and everything suffering suffering suffering, and everything pointing at suffering, trials, martydom, beause is a proof of love. I thought, like St. Ignatius said, that the Lord opened my eyes a tiny bit, but now I understand that I really understand no thing. It keeps leaving me dumbfounded. Sure, it is a mystery of faith. And faith only comes from above. Yet thinking that only what is left in this life is that, is not a nice prospect.
And probably after that, you would tell me, but life is but a breeze in comparision with the bliss of Heaven. Yeah, cool. If one could probably get stuck on sin, sin, sin, everywhere sin, you sinner, sin this, sin that. Sin is an offense to God who loves you deeply, you are responsible for your actions, how could you do that to someone who you love. My reason knows, but my heart don’t. Penance, penance, penance, fasting, hey pray, be charitable please, penance, to pay for your sins in this life. I always appreciated St. Augustine’s life, but how to answer and justify what you do after you have meet God.