With it being Thanksgiving, which for some turns into Black Friday, which for some turns into hectic travel, which for some turns into anxiety and fear of falling behind, we decided to give you a quote from one of S.C. Biela's most beautiful books The Two Pillars. This book guides the reader toward contrition and gratitude. There is still time for us to stop and remember that we are utterly and completely immersed in LOVE!
“It is necessary to open our eyes
and our hearts widely, to look at our lives as far back as we can remember – to childhood – and try to see how much good,
love, care, and forgiveness is in everything that the Loving Presence gives us.
The gift contains the interior call to respond to it. The gift demands
gratitude.
What if we overheard a prayer
lifted up to the Blessed Mother by a young American student who calls herself tiny (crumb)?
This prayer is so simple, yet simultaneously astonishing, in the way it shows
how she perceives God’s gifts in the areas of life where God’s bestowals are
corroded by routine and, therefore, normally illegible for us. Perhaps our lack
of discretion will be forgiven us if, because of it, we begin to discover
bestowals whose dimensions can reach the size of a continent – a continent of bestowals.
Dearest Mommy,
Thank You for everything:
For
sitting with me on the subway as we returned from school.
For
brushing my teeth with me.
For
cleaning with me.
For
giving me the grace of loneliness, so that I can better understand how You love
me so much.
For
my entire past and for everything that has led me to this moment of grace,
thanks to which I constantly remember about Your loving presence.
For
allowing my pride and my illusions to crush me to the point of depression, such
that now I can understand and desire Your love and truth.
For
Your constant friendship, even when I still didn’t know where You were.
For
the fact that I do not have to try to achieve anything in the eyes of this
world.
I
thank You for the fact that I am constantly rejected by others, so that only
You can be the Queen of my heart.
For
laughing with me when I stumble and fall on this way because of my weaknesses.
For
crying with me when I helplessly tried to understand, instead of simply
entrusting myself to Your love.
I
thank You, Mommy, that I am not tall and that I cannot see a lot of things
because of this.
For
all of the girls in the dormitory who look at me and giggle because I do not
drink or sleep with boys.
For
gathering up all of the graces that I receive and for safeguarding them with
Your care so that they are not wasted.
For
preserving me from so many sins because You know that without You I am capable
of doing the most heinous and evil things.
For
everything, Mommy, I am grateful.
For
the abyss of my spiritual misery and for the abyss of Your love that fills it.
For
the tininess of my entire being and for Your greatness.
For
being my only home and refuge.
For
our communion of hearts.
For
simplicity.
For
silence, but also, for noise.
For
the ocean of mercy that is outpoured over the earth.
For
taking me and carrying me in Your arms anew, even after I wound You and Your
Son.
For
loving me so much that You desire my sanctification.
For
showing me that, on our path of life, everything is and always will be grace.
Mommy,
I thank You that this list will never end…
Your
beloved, little
tiny”
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