"O God, my eyes fill with tears when I think of my sins and ingratitude. Shall I ever be what You want me to be, or is the striving for holiness a matter of rising and falling?
My weaknesses obsess me at times and Your Mercy is absent from my mind. Thoughts of despair fill my soul and I seem convinced that so holy a God would not love a weak creature like myself.
Give me the realization of Your love — the love that finds its joy in weakness.
'I have chosen you, not rejected you. Do not be afraid for I am with you;
stop being anxious and watchful, for I am Your God. I give you strength,
I bring you help. I uphold you with My victorious right hand.
Yes, all those who raged against you shall be put to shame and confusion;
they who fought against you shall be destroyed and perish.' (Isaiah 41:9)"
— Mother M. Angelica
(excerpt from Ad Lib With the Lord)
(gevonden op de website van de Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration in Alabama, VS,
hier. Mooi als je weet dat je gezondigd hebt, maar je niet "sorry" voelt, alhoewel dat je weet dat je je wel sorry moet voelen voor je biecht...)