I\u2019m keeping my date waiting: God, on the other side of the door, not saying a word.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s true, I\u2019m ashamed of my imperfections. I feel unworthy of this greatest of all loves. This physical body shapes my aspirations, directs my will, inspires my beliefs. What measure have I given to God?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do You see in me?\u201d Begging for answers, the door still closed. A fine aspiration gracefully rises within me and takes shape. Visible now, I see, precisely, the part I play in our dance. \u201cDo not avert your eyes from what I love,\u201d God whispers.<\/p>\n
With trembling hands, I open the door.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m keeping my date waiting: God, on the other side of the door, not saying a word. It\u2019s true, I\u2019m ashamed of my imperfections. I feel unworthy of this greatest of all loves. This physical body shapes my aspirations, directs … Continue reading