In myself I am nothing. It all comes from God and the Virgin Mary.

I do not know You, God, because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside.

God made me the way I am, and I accept myself. I am who I am, and I'm proud of myself.

I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I'm a lunatic. I sing, I dance.

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation.

When I forget who I am, I remind myself by finding my stride. I remember that I am strong, free, and loved, and that with God's help I can weather whatever comes.

When I am angry, I pray God to swing our globe into the fiery sun and prevent the sorrows of the not-yet-born: but when I am content, I want to lie forever in the shade, till I become a shade myself.

I was in college that first semester, and I was like, 'Wow, this isn't who I am. This isn't what I want to do.' I was like, 'Oh God, I'm going to have to go out and make something of myself, and I have no clue what that is.'

Deep down, I know that I am a child of God who has inherited divine capacities; some of them I strive to develop, others are left languishing. I also have a human side. I lose my temper, lose patience and sometimes judge others and myself.

I have many deep thoughts in God, but I take my own measure, lest I perish by boasting... For I myself, though I am in chains and can comprehend heavenly things, the ranks of the angels and the hierarchy of principalities, things visible and invisible, for all this I am not yet a disciple.

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