(Diary 836). “O most sweet Jesus who, in Your incomprehensible kindness, have deigned to unite my wretched heart to Your most merciful Heart, it is with Your own Heart that I glorify God, our Father, as no soul has ever glorified Him before.” - Sister Faustina
Our daughter Ana came home wearing a cool pair of torn but modest jeans and so Kate begged me to take her to the mall to buy a pair for her as well. Ana tried to explain to Kate that there weren't any left at the store in her size but I took Kate to the mall anyway where she found a bag of clothing that was modest, fit properly and wasn't too expensive. I feel bad though because during our trip I lost my temper with her because she didn't do what I had told her to do - and more than once. When we got back into the car I said, Kate your so blessed to have found some things because Ana said there wasn't anything left and Kate replied, "Well I asked St. Jude to help me." I said, "That's awesome, I thought St. Jude only worked with cancer patients but now I know he does laundry as well."
Naturally when I arrived home my Maria said, "Those jeans are cool, do you think they have any more in my size? I said probably not but I took her back to the mall anyway and as I shopped I felt nothing but remorse for previously having lost my temper near the spot where I was standing but just then a beautiful little boy about 6 or 7 years old came up to me and he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me for a long moment. I hugged him back and held his head between my hands and thought, "Children don't voluntarily hug evil people", "Children hug people who they believe to be good or people who they feel comfortable around or who they have some sort of affection for and for some reason unknown to me this boy hugged me." "Maybe I'm not as bad as I think I am." I felt as though the Christ child had forgiven me at that moment only I needed go to confession to make it a done deal. Which I have since done.
I hate sin, I hate that I participate in sin. I think, "Only one more cookie, only one bad word, only one rude comment because after all I'm tired and it's been a long day - there's always an excuse. I've gossiped today so whats the harm in gossiping some more because I'm already in trouble but this downward spiral of sin continues until I've allowed myself to become completely ensnared by it but nobody made me do these things, these sins were done by an act of my own will and then when I've fallen hopeless down that slippery slope, I've fallen so far that I can't get back up on my own and yet the root cause is and always has been because somewhere along the line I put myself first.
Though I've gone to weekly confession I feel it's getting harder to go which I don't understand. The reality is that I have to actually "fix" the things I habitually confess each week but I feel helpless to correct these behaviors. It hurts so much to let them go and actually die to myself.
I wonder if St.Jude prays for repentant sinners too, I don't need any cool ripped jeans.
*Thanks Kathy D. for the Faustina diary quote of the day. I enjoy them very much.