I’m off to Canlubang tomorrow morning. I just hope that as I empty my mind of things and silence my oh-so-noisy world, I may still be able to hear if God really is calling me.
My worry is my heart. My ears are okay and are prepared to hear whatever, but the problem is God speaks to my heart, and that is where I should hear Him. My heart feels heavy and I don’t know if I could still empty it of worry. My mind is empty, but my heart isn’t. It’s still full of noise, obstruction, and a lot of stuff. Must. Empty. Heart.
I worry about my heart because my heart is full of worry.
Kuya Jess, please give me the grace to continue with this…