Meditations

See, God's Mercy I will keep quiet, I will not say a word, for you are the one who made me suffer like this. Psalm 39.9 Is it my place to complain when God afflicts me, knowing that it is out of love that he makes me suffer in order to heal me? Therefore Lord, correct me, I give you my permission. And yet, how gentle are your hardest blows, since they hide such mercy! Alas, if you had not afflicted my body, my soul would never have stopped administering its own death blow. It was covered with the most horrible sores. You saw my soul, you had mercy on it. Now you are bringing down this body full of sin. You are reversing my ambitious plans. You are giving me back the desire for your eternal truth, which I had lost so long ago. Dear Lord, may you be forever blessed. I bend over to kiss the hand that is correcting me. I worship the arm that is reaching out to chastise me.