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Do not be ashamed of the Cross. Crosses are the necklaces of the Lord’s Brides - not everyone receives such beautiful gifts from Jesus. The Lord’s hour of death was His hour of glory, and we get to share in His glory by suffering with Him. If the angels were capable of envy, they’be envy our sufferings. Crosses unite us to Jesus, and the more we are united to Him on Earth, the more we will be united to Him in Heaven, for the humble are exalted. Though we suffer for a little while, we will be joyful and glorious for eternity. And how great will the spouses of Jesus shine! Truly no one is worthy of Him, yet He trascends our unworthiness and insignificence, being love itself. Therefore let us trust in Him and love Him in return and ask Him to make us saint, and He will surely see to it that we are sanctified, despite our own failings and faults and limitations.I’ll just get right to the point.
When I was about 10 or 11 years old I was molested by a cousin of mine. I grew up in a household where God was honored on Sundays and we prayed at dinner and that was it. Over time though as I grew up the faith died in my family and my parents became very abusive, verbally, emotionally, and after I graduated high school physically. The extremeness of it wasn’t as bad as some people that I’ve come across. I’ve never had to call the cops nor did I suffer broken bones.
I went to public school growing up and my father procrastinated and raced me through R.E. from 1st to 8th grade as I was homeschooled in it. After high school I went to a private Catholic college and after graduation and more years of healing I have been feeling very drawn to relgious life.
My issue is that I love these great women saints. However lately I have been having so much anger boil up inside me when I read the writings of St. Gertrude. Her was a nun who was sheltered, protected, cared for, she was bright, loving, and sincere and Christ said that no one else that had lived up to that point could compare to her as His Bride. Okay… the same for St. Faustina, St. Therese of Lissieux, St. Gemma, St. Catherine of Siena, these great saints God planned for before the foundation of the world. He protected them from sin, from evils, he carefully lead them on the path to sanctity. I’m not saying they were perfect but at the end of their life they sure as heck were a lot better. It makes me sooo mad because honestly why would anyone go and become a nun when Our Lord has St. Gertrude in His arms. Who can compete with that??? I desire that kind of union with God and yet I look at my life and what a mess it has been, and how deep down I feel so unloved by God, so rejected. Why didn’t He plan for me the way He planned for them?? Why do I have this desire to become like St. Gertrude or St. Faustina or St. Catherine and yet the story of my life so far is something completely opposite?? The same for any woman who wants to become a Bride of Christ… Why would He call so many women throughout history to become His Brides when inevitably He would make some of us jealous of St. Gertrude. Why are some lives carefully planned and others it seems are just an utter disaster?? I REALLY need help in this matter because it’s really been affecting my spiritual life and my perception of my life in general.
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