I feel like such failure.
For some reason lately I am greatly battling my attitude. I feel more than ever my response can be negative and unwelcoming. Where I’m pessimistic and say things without a care whether what I’m saying is heard or not. And through it all, signs of impatience are easily given off.
Is it me? Is it hormones? Is it just Lent and because I’m walking through I’m being attacked?
All I know about this, is that I hate it! I hate that there’s that piece of me that I show others. That I have not asked or done my part to rid myself of it. At least, that’s how it feels. Like I’m not doing enough about it.
I notice when I get high strung, stressed, impatient, this negative side of me appears. It is more so when I think I’m being provoked. But regardless of how it comes, I should not be allowing it to rear its ugly head.
I was told by a priest in the confessional in order to respond to these situations, I should stop and call our Lord in prayer. To pray and not react. But I’m not consistent. A part of me wonders will I ever change? What am I missing?
My heart is heavy right now. Because I’ve been helping others in their own area of lives, with virtue and prayer, yet I demonstrated something to them that was not an example I wanted to convey.
Now that I know damage is done, I’m struggling on how to correct it without placing to much emphasis towards me. I’ve asked Our Lord for His correction. And even though I’m carrying regret from my actions, I am thankful Jesus showed me my wrong doing.
Thus, the purpose of prayer is perhaps less to obtain what we ask than to Become someone else. We should go further and say that asking something from God transforms us, little by little, into people capable of sometimes doing without what they ask for. -Father Bernard Bro, o.p.
Perfection is not the aim, but a charitable spirit, peace, and loving no matter what the situation.
Lord, help me, change me.