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where frigid winters descend for five months of the year and mountains of snow pile against the windows of my house. Wheelchairs and snow banks are not compatible. I have spent weeks at a time not leaving my home. Rather than dreading each winter, I have come to cherish those months of seclusion. They are holy times when my little house on the prairie becomes a type of cloister where I can draw nearer to God through prayer and my rosary, reading my Bible and the works of the early Church Fathers, and more contemporary Christian authors. What others may think is lonely isolation is actually sweet quiet solitude.
words for the splendor of its beauty? Beyond all description are the heights to which it lifts us. Love unites us to God.”
In his Sermon on 1 John, Saint Augustine reminds us that the Apostle promised we shall be like Christ, for we will see Him as he is. There’s that inexpressible beauty of love again that sweetly breaks the human heart. Augustine said, “By these words, the tongue has done its best; now we must apply meditation of the heart.” He tells those who know Christ:
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love of God. There’s no need for wide-eyed fear. Rest in Christ. Regardless of what happens, we are under His care. Nothing can separate us from His divine love.