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JMJ_Theresa
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I’ve lived in my house for eight years. I’ve gone from disliking it to despising it. I’ve tried to be grateful (which I know I should be), but it hasn’t helped. I’ve tried to do little improvement projects, but I still hate it.
Yesterday, I decided to offer my disdain for my home in union with the suffering Jesus must have had living on this earth for thirty-three years. How dreary, how small, how ugly this material world must be compared to Heaven.
Now whenever, a wave of discontent comes over me, I am offering it for souls!
I’m so happy to hate my house!! I’m sure now that I’ve wasted eight years of disdain. I am sure that Jesus will keep me here for many years so I can make up for it!! Wouldn’t that be ironic? I don’t even mind.
Yesterday, I decided to offer my disdain for my home in union with the suffering Jesus must have had living on this earth for thirty-three years. How dreary, how small, how ugly this material world must be compared to Heaven.
Now whenever, a wave of discontent comes over me, I am offering it for souls!
I’m so happy to hate my house!! I’m sure now that I’ve wasted eight years of disdain. I am sure that Jesus will keep me here for many years so I can make up for it!! Wouldn’t that be ironic? I don’t even mind.
