If there are words for Him then I don’t have them. You see my brain has not yet reached a point where it can form a thought where it can adequately describe the greatness of my God and my lungs have not yet developed the ability to release a breath with enough agility to breathe out the greatness of His love and my voice, you see my voice is so inhibited. Restrained by human limits that it’s hard to even sing the praise up. You see, if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them, but my God, His grace is remarkable, His mercies are innumerable. Strength impenetrable. He is honorable, accountable, favorable. He’s unsearchable, yet knowable, undefinable, yet approachable, indescribable, yet personable. He’s beyond comprehension, further than imagination, constant through generations, King of every nation. But if there are words for Him then I don’t have them. You see, my words are few. And to try and capture the One True God using my vocabulary would never do, but I use words as an expression, an expression of worship to a Saviour. A Saviour who is both worthy and deserving of my praise, so I use words. My heart extols the Lord, blesses His Name forever. He has won my heart, captured my mind, and has bound them both together. He has defeated me in my rebellion. Conquered me in my sin. He has welcomed me into His Presence. Completely invited me in. He has made Himself the object of my sight, filling me with mercies in the morning, drowning me with grace in the night. But if there are words for Him then I don’t have them.

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I have understood that at certain and most difficult moments I shall be alone, deserted by everyone, and that I must face all the storms and fight with all the strength of my soul, even with those from whom I expected to get help.

But I am not alone, because Jesus is with me, and with Him I fear nothing. I am well aware of everything, and I know what God is demanding of me. Suffering, contempt, ridicule, persecution, and humiliation will be my constant lot. I know no other way. For sincere love – ingratitude; this is my path, marked out by the footprints of Jesus.

My Jesus, my strength and my only hope, in You alone is all my hope. My trust will not be frustrated.

St. Faustina, Diary 746 (via burning-lampstand)