With the Holy Spirit

Entry of thoughts

When love becomes a chore, then it does not entitle to be called love. And it happens.
When I find myself becoming distracted in prayer,
there's something wrong.
When I find myself dragging my feet to go for RCIA,
there's something wrong.
When I find myself thinking that planning for sessions is so tiring,
there's something wrong.
And when I find that I am getting upset more easily over nitty gritty things with my loved ones, it's something even more wrong.

The "want to" becomes a "have to". It probably is almost like a marriage of a couple of 30years, when mid-life crisis hits in. But just like the couple making the effort to rekindle their love in all kinds of ways, so it is that it takes an effort to retrace my steps and re-discover my first love. And it's like that in every relationship and friendship.

Memories of first loves pull me back from being selfish, self-centred and proud. Preventing me from spiraling down the hill, to darkness.

Tears of words of apology can never be able to reach the depths of shame and contrite that my heart has...

-Yours truly ;