Battle-weary.

I am so weary of fighting to be charitable in the truth. More often than not, my zeal for truth translates into frustration... but then I no longer am living in the truth, because the truth is charity. Veritas caritas est.


And then, this.

And before Mass this morning, St. Therese's little words: I thank you, God, for this grace--that I am too weary this morning to do good, to be patient. Because it is in you alone that I will persevere today and, when evening comes, I will look back through the hours and praise your name. You alone brought me safely into holiness.