What matters the most is keeping our thoughts, keeping our mind, and keeping our choices and decisions, keeping our entire life in the Presence of Almighty God, always wishing to remember Your Holy Presence, always desiring to know and feel and experience Your Divine Presence — this is truly all that matters.
And when I fall, when I tuck You away, dear Lord,
tuck You away for a spell, help me to return to You
in utter sorrow and contrition, as a beggar before the Judge,
pleading for Your mercy.
Oh, Lord, how I beg for Your grace! For Your mercy!
For I am weak, and selfish, far too often.
And when I am not I can only give You thanks.
For I tend search for comfort living like a fool,
but when I come to my senses,
I am lifted up and embraced by You time and time again!
For I remember Your mercies. They are always before Me.
And even though I am indeed late in loving You,
Your grace calls me back holding Your hand,
with my heart in Your heart,
and my feet in Your shoes!
Oh Lord, Let the words of the Psalmist
be my words and prayer to You:
O God, you are my God; I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as I live; I will lift up my hands and call on your name.
Psalm 63:1, 3, 4
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me a sinner.
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Late have I loved you, Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved you! Lo, you were within, but I outside, seeking there for you, and upon the shapely things you have made I rushed headlong – I, misshapen. You were with me, but I was not with you. They held me back far from you, those things which would have no being, were they not in you. You called, shouted, broke through my deafness; you flared, blazed, banished my blindness; you lavished your fragrance, I gasped; and now I pant for you; I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst; you touched me, and I burned for your peace.
Confessions of Augustine of Hippo
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