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Dear Lord

While waiting for the time to leave for school where I’ve been asked to hear confessions, I can feel that God’s presence leads me, makes me aware that he’s with me. I would say it’s an inward gift, that God gives to his people; and in the silence of my heart, I whisper ‘Lord, stay with me.’ especially at this time when I’ll be your instrument, your alter Christus: to forgive sins of others, to bridge human and divine to heal relationships and to lift them up to you. Allowing a space for you O Lord to speak to me through the sacrament certain realizations come to the fore and these enable me to see beyond that across life’s experiences, I’m also wounded myself, And this makes me a healer to them.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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