Woe, to my excuses!

     I stub my toe and blame it on the furniture. I oversleep and blame it on my new pillow. I'm angry and I blame it on the media and they're never-ending stories of gloom. I gossip and blame it on the company I keep. Woe! To my excuses. These are all my choices and lots of times I miscalculate the weight of them. I must become more aware of the situation and ask God to enter in. Padre Pio says, "don't leave me Jesus, you know what happens when you do!" No truer words were ever said. How true this Revelation is. The moment I forget that Jesus is standing right beside me, I usually fail. But when I allow Him in, my choices are quite on spot. The feeling of surrendering to this, for me, is quite blissful. 

     We say at Mass, "I confess to Almighty God that I have greatly sinned. In my thoughts, in my words, and what I have done and in what I have failed to do. Through my fault through my fault through my most grievous fault." Acknowledging responsibility for our weakness and therefore stand before God in all of our frailty, asking the High Court of Heaven, God Himself, to forgive me once again and to enter in for a true and contrite relationship ready to greet Him in my heart at Holy Communion. 

     My God has forgiven me way more than 70 × 7. Countless as they are, I still can leave with a feeling of Hope and Love and forgiveness in our Merciful Lord. 

     Woe! To my excuses! May they cease and only leave me with the excuse of why I love my God, my love, my friend, my forgiver.