I woke up last Sunday on a debate mode against myself. It was, so I decided, time to face my own shadow who I actually grew tired of following me around.
From Madrid and back, I have been praying for the grace to forgive those who have caused me terrible pain. A pain that have catapulted almost a month back to hatred for priests and consecrated men--a stigma healed through the grace of World Youth Day.
There I was, in the shower, verbalizing what happened to me in pure objectivity that seemed not mine but entirely God's wisdom being poured on me. A previous' day's prayer to see what happened to me through God's eyes was being answered at that very particular time.
It's as if dark clouds were peeled off from above me and I came to view what transpired in the light that the injustice inflicted on me--a being created in the image and likeness of God--can never be repaid, no matter what the perpetrators do! That it is in my power, despite of them showing no remorse nor sign of repentance, to release them of their indebtness.
Yet, having been given the grace to preview what was to come, made me all the more powerful. Peace, my beloved Christ's presence, resonated in my heart.
I went out of the shower decided on writing off their debts for my Beloved to collect...
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