I went to the closing of the year of mercy just now. After the session, somebody was distributing a big picture of Divine Mercy to the parishioners. I felt it was too big and i have no place to put it and so i walked away. After a while, i met some friends who asked me if i have collected the picture. I said no. They asked to go and get one. I wanted to explain to them that i have no place to put it, but somehow, i was reminded about something. My landlady has told me several times that it’s ok if i want to remove the poster of an aircraft on the wall which his son pasted before he got married. I was lazy and never took it seriously. After all, that poster doesn’t bother me. Maybe i can remove it this time, and replace it with the portrait of Divine Mercy.
As I left the church, i suddenly realized that this portrait is a gift from God. Few days ago, I was thinking of getting myself a small picture of Divine Mercy, yeah a small one, and yes, i was just thinking, only thinking, no actual plan or action. Now it is given to me.
You always hear me, even when i whisper. How enormous is Your love, that you even pay attention to my whisper. I was even complaining about the flower that you have given to me. What an ungrateful child i am.
I need strength. Strengthen me, Papa. To love your flower is so difficult. I thought i am a loving person until you challenged me by giving me this flower. Your flower is like a furnace that tests if i am pure gold that can withstand fire. Let me be the pure gold. Teach me how to love as you love, let me always see your face in that flower. I am crying for help, I can’t fight the beast by myself. Strengthen me with your grace so that i can be a steward to your flower. I trust in You.