Just when you think your mess of a life is starting to get tidy with some comfort zones, the box falls apart. As I grow older I ask myself more often than not what purpose I have here on earth. Every day I ask for guidance and openness to what I am supposed to be doing for it seems I give everything of myself and continue to fumble.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Master grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen