Yesterday morning, I woke up to the sound of joyful voices praising God’s Goodness. My mp3 player is chock full of Catholic radio podcasts.
Instead of being uplifted, I felt a deep loneliness. That used to be me, I thought. I felt broken – sort of like Humpty Dumpty was broken, all shattered. Only on the inside.
I’ve been feeling like this for years, but it seems to grow worse over time. I claim to love God deeply. I believe in His Love for me. But, I don’t feel a shred of devotion or affection for Him. Anymore. Yet, just the thought of Him once took my breath away.
Every Tuesday, I sit before His Eucharistic Presence for two hours struggling to pray. I am happy to be with Him. I love the peace. But I cannot meditate or pray mentally at all. I try to remember how thoughts of Him once flooded my mind and…
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