01/12/2023
What a weekend, how intense, how amazing. I am at a loss for words and my head is spinning at a dizzying speed. How could I have lived so long without knowing all this?
Solitude, unity, original nakedness… I am well made!! Everything reminds me of Him. More of Him and only Him.
I am neither badly made, nor strange, nor is what I feel pathological. It is that I AM OF GOD and my body knows it and tells me so.
I can only give thanks for this richness. For hearing that my husband is a gift, for remembering that amazement when seeing him and understanding that it was a call to original unity, called to exist in communion, but knowing that we cannot satisfy each other because we belong to God.
And to receive the gift I have to go out of myself, without going out there is no encounter, no gift, no communion. But all this in and by his grace. Will we be in time to live things well?
Our sexuality, our family life… To live our life sacramentally. And where to start? Or better, where to continue. In the sincere gift of myself.
If our children have been born from our communion (my husband’s and mine), what fruitfulness will it have to occupy the fourth place in the altarpiece, with the Holy Trinity?
He has sought me and continues seeking me. I only have to wait for him to show me how to be a mother, how to be what he wants.
I have much peace and, at the same time, much revolution. I do not want to lose anything of what I have received. I want to keep listening to him and swimming in it.
I can only say THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU AND affirm, how beautiful, how wise and how great the Church is.
