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Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows. – Pope Paul VI
“Go your way. Eat the fat, drink the sweet, and send portions to him for whom nothing is prepared; for this day is holy to our Lord. Don’t be grieved; for the joy of Yahweh is your strength.” – Nehemiah 8
There are difficult days and days of sorrow, days we must mourn, days we must fast and grieve. Yet there are also days of healing, of moving on, of trying to live again, of trying to smile again.
Sometimes we take our sorrows to heart for far too long. We punish ourselves. We let our guilt get the best of us and we think that the only thing to make it right again is to live a life of sorrow and being cast down.
Yet is this the way of love? Is love not also joy and of being whole again? Is love not also enjoying life and having a feast that will gladden not only the body but the soul?
What is keeping you from being happy again?
Man in his weakness and short-sightedness believes he must make choices in this life. He trembles at the risks he takes. We do know fear. But no, our choice is of no importance. There comes a time when your eyes are opened and we come to realize that mercy is infinite. We need only await it with confidence and receive it with gratitude. Mercy imposes no conditions. And lo! Everything we have chosen has been granted to us and everything we have rejected has also been granted. Yes, we get back even what we have rejected. For mercy and truth have met together and righteousness and bliss shall kiss one another. – Babette’s Feast Film
One Year Devotional Book
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