"Truly, it is the indescribable sweetness of contemplation which you give to those who love you. In this you have shown the tenderness of your charity, that when I had no being you made me; and when I strayed away from you, you brought me back again to serve you and commanded me to love you." The Imitation of Christ
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Why is it that I never write things down when I think of them, but rely on my increasingly unreliable memory? I had several ideas about which I intended to blog today, and now I can't remember any of them...