Ave Maria Meditations
Oh my Lord, how little I have thirsted for perfection! Strongly at first, but now so seldom and so spasmodically! I seem content not to be doing spiritual reading or thorough examinations. All I give is a nodding acquaintance to the realization that I should do better. I speak and think uncharitably, and it gets so that I hardly even notice it.
Oh my King, help me to change! Not in the sense of fretting, but in the sense of really desiring so much to be better. Let the imitation of You, the beauty of Your life, be a burning and shining light that haunts me and gives me no rest until I am like You. And each day, let me drive to bridge that awful gap. My joy shall be in Your promise that when I hunger and thirst enough, I “shall be filled”.
From the Confraternity of the Precious Blood
