This morning my soul is greater than the world since it possesses You, You whom heaven and earth do not contain

This morning my soul is greater than the world since it possesses You, You whom heaven and earth do not contain

Hide nothing from your confessor... a sick man can be cured only by revealing his wounds.

My daughter, I see more Pharisees among Christians than there were around Pilate.

In times of desolation, God conceals Himself from us so that we can discover for ourselves what we are without Him.