Man's salvation and perfection consists of doing the will of God which he must have in view in all things, and at every moment of his life.
Saint PeterRead
God loves us beyond comprehension, and we cannot diminish God's love for us.
Interpretation
God's love for humanity is limitless and cannot be reduced by our actions or understanding.
This quote by Saint Peter emphasizes the profound and unconditional nature of God's love, suggesting that it surpasses human understanding and remains constant regardless of our shortcomings or doubts. It serves to remind us that we are always embraced by a love that is not dependent on our own perceptions or actions.
In practice
In a sermon discussing the nature of divine love.
Man's salvation and perfection consists of doing the will of God which he must have in view in all things, and at every moment of his life.
Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.
I'll be excited when I get my heart broken properly for the first time. I'll be like, 'Thank God I've experienced something. Someone wanted to kiss me.' That's when it's going to be interesting: When you break up, they're taking a piece with them.
Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes, the wavering grey turns to gold, there is stirring within me as the sleepers awake, and he softly departs.
Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.
There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.
But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet. It's there, just in case one of these days I start to lose her. There might be a morning when I wake up and her face isn't the first thing I see. Or a lazy August afternoon when I can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulders. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to the sound of snow falling and hear her footsteps.
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