Letting Go

I find myself in a bit of a pickle. Drawing closer to Him requires much sacrifice. The more in love I become the more I want others to know Him too. It requires a quiet and unceasing giving of your heart, mind and yes body. My pickle? I am afraid of where this may go. To un-waiver in my quest to save souls I must loose myself. I have always been prideful and selfish, the flesh has always been a comfortable place. Do I continue to let the pride of my flesh be ripped away as a lion that feeds on the carcass of it prey. I fear I can do no other but now I find a peace in it. I find Jesus and my dear Mother Mary ever so gently holding me. There smiles are so beautiful and I can say nothing but, "Yes Lord, I am yours." St. Teresa of Avila, Pray for us. St. Augustine of Hippo, Pray for us. St. Monica, Pray for us. St. Bernadette of Lourdes, Pray for us.