The Holistic Care

“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.”

― St. Francis of Assisi

I AM the instrument of the Creator's peace. I am but a horn, being blown as willed, for as long as willed. "Not my will, but thine," said He to them, say I to you, say you to others. Be not a fixed structure that, when no longer needed, cannot be used. Be the instrument of the Creator's peace, whatever that may be. Amen.

Highest Blessings!
-Wes

angelicdiamond wrote:Be not a fixed structure that, when no longer needed, cannot be used. Be the instrument of the Creator's peace, whatever that may be.

Very well said, wes.