What actually matters

I thought I had something intelligent to say, but instead I find myself struck with a simple feeling. I am, for lack of a better word, weak. It's not the good humble weakness that has value, but the weakness that comes from trying and failing.

Oh well. I guess I have another chance for God to show me how much He loves me...

Father Rich, my parish priest, is close to retiring. I think I have learned more from him in a year than I ever learned in my foolish spiritual dabblings alone. He said that God loves us not in spite of our brokenness, but precisely because of our brokenness. It's in our brokenness that His love can truly touch us in ways that we can understand.

Think on that, if you like.