Loud Silence

I hope that knowing some others may be reading my talking to You, won't make me change anything I say. I've allowed my husband to read whatever I say to You, and now I suddenly feel aware that these writings may appear very odd. Oh dear.

Does it matter what it appears, Maria? - No, it doesn't. All I want to do is stay focused on You. You are all that matters, all Life, every breath we draw, what else could matter- nothing else can, because You are everything.

I can't wait to be part of You physically again Lord. In the retreat today I thought of how You became an object during your Passion..it saddened me so much, that You said not a word while we spat on You, ridiculed You, whipped You, loaded the cross on You. You chose to be defenseless, to be an object - and in this I see your divinity shine brighter than in any other eloquent words You shared with us - this is You the LOVE of God speaking as loud as can possibly be in Your silence while we crucify You! Here too You hide your divinity. So alike is this to You in the Eucharist. As we hold You in our hands, we are holding You silent, meek and perfectly receptive Christ, and in this humblest of all forms - a simple crumb of bread - it is plain to understand that only You God by your divine nature can choose to be hidden here, completely silent, yet loving us with a force beyond comprehension, and saving us while doing so.

On my knees is not enough, how can I possibly act out what I feel inside for this Love you have for us? In small things only can I do so sweet Lord my Love, tiny insignificant things like washing the floor, reading to my children, cooking... It is all I can do. Bless my every action Christ, and bless everyone I love so dearly.