My Nothingness, My All

It may be that some day my present state will appear to me full of defects, but nothing now surprises me, and I do not even distress myself because I am so weak. On the contrary I glory therein, and expect each day to find fresh imperfections. Nay, I must confess, these lights on my own nothingness are of more good to my soul than lights on matters of Faith.

Remembering that "Charity covereth a multitude of sins," I draw from this rich mine, which Our Saviour has opened to us in the Gospels.