I gave given myself to God as much as I could; in effect, I've signed over to Him all that concerns me.
How beautiful is His welcome, His acceptance, His love! But what happens (I can't help but ask it) when trials come along?
I choose in advance, by a sheer act of my will, to place my trust in Jesus. I might be swallowing a lump as I do so, but today I make my choice.
I choose to make my own this prayer of St. Faustina...
"I know that I am under Your special gaze, O Lord. I do not examine with fear Your plans regarding me; my task is to accept everything from Your hand. I do not fear anything, although the storm is raging, and frightful bolts strike all around me, and I then feel quite alone. Yet my heart senses You, and my trust grows, and I see all Your omnipotence which upholds me. With You, Jesus, I go through life, amid storms and rainbows, with a cry of joy, singing the song of Your mercy. I will not stop singing my song of love until the choir of angels picks it up."
Painting: Karl Friedrich Schinkel, Gotische Kirche auf einem Felsen am Meer, 1815, detail
