A grain of sand in the desert now. When will it rain, when will dew settle? Will I grumble like the Izraelites and prefer slavery to the famine in the desert? Will I put you to the test God? Grant me the grace, never ever to do so.
Strange as it may seem, this is a place that is to be yearned for:
"Who will give me wings like a dove, to fly away and find rest?
How far I would escape and make a nest in the desert?" Psalm 55
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"I throw myself at the foot of the Tabernacle like a dog at the foot of his Master." - St. John Vianney
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