Thursday, December 9, 2010

I am occasionally a coward in the meanest, pettiest of ways.

And the things I've done in such a state can't be undone. And yet somehow God still forgives. And yet somehow He still works all things to the good in ways I may never see. That is faith, is trust: He is so much bigger than me, and I cannot bring down His plans. Not for myself, not for others--not ultimately. I cannot ever, wittingly or not (or something in between), defeat His love.

So I place myself in that mercy.

And what is Advent the season of if not trust? Isn't waiting about trust? Our Lady made trust a lifestyle during her Advent.

(Pardon the disconnectedness. I am tired. I am letting myself be braindead tonight. Going to read some Dappled Things and Image now.)

1 comment:

  1. Hey, Rosemary! I've had this blog bookmarked for a while, and just remembered about it. Wanted to let you know that I've enjoyed your posts, and intend to keep checking back. I've considered starting a blog from time to time but worried that either 1. no one would ever read it, and I'd be discouraged, or 2. I would end up wasting WAY too much time blogging.

    So, anyways, I guess I wanted to say: keep up the good work! You have at least one reader :-)

    This is Christine, btw. It made me post as one of my internet "identities" and the only thing on the list I have an account with is my ancient and unused AIM one!

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