Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved, as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
For many years I have carried this quote on my person, frequently taking it out to meditate on the words and their meaning before going on to ask myself
'Am I sowing the seeds of love, pardon, faith, hope, light and joy?' If not, why not?
Please remember also my dear friend Brenda who is mourning the loss of her beloved husband James who passed away suddenly this past week.
May you rest in Eternal Peace James Coffee.
