We cannot expect to enter into Eastertide with a blissful forgetfulness
of suffering. We cannot have Easter without bearing our own crosses,
“For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal
weight of glory beyond all comparison” (2 Cor. 4:17). The fact of the
matter is that Lent did not rid me of all of my faults. God continues to
teach me humility and my complete need of his aid. Easter has come. I
still lose my temper with my kids. I still misuse my time. I still have
to stifle uncharitable thoughts all the daylong. And I am still hopeless
without his grace. Yet, he promises me that these afflictions are
preparing me for a glory that I cannot even grasp. The joyful
consolations he offers me in prayer are a mere drop compared to the
glory, the joy that awaits...
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Confessions of a Catholic Mom and Philosopher's Wife
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