Whenever I didn’t feel right, it just refills me with comfort.
When things weren’t right, when I felt so terrible, confession healed me.
It’s not about counting sins, but how spiritually poor and the desire for God’s healing power.
It’s like dumping all the darkness in heart like piles of garbage and refilling it with warmth and comfort.
I know well that God must forgive, but it’s the garbage cleaning process that help me to forgive myself.
To me, it’s always the problem of self-blame that I have totally forgotten about gentleness.
It’s from being total surrender to God during confession that sparkled me of what I’ve been lacking.
And I suddenly experienced what it meant by “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” (Mt 5:3)
Thanks for the wonderful experience of penance, and the reminder to always be grateful.
"I will recount all your wonders, I will rejoice in you and be glad, and sing psalms to your name, O Most High." (Ps 9:2-3)
