I’ve been struggling with my pride. And vanity. I really have.
Pride and vanity.
It feels really good just thinking about being considered beautiful, admired, famous… and it’s really scary because it’s sort of eating me alive.
My priorities shift, my faith falters, my heart is lost. It’s as if I’m willing to do anything, regardless, just to reach my goal (you can insert anything here that is brimming with pride and vanity). Anything.
I refrain from prayer—especially the Rosary—because I know that if I do, I’d have to give up my plans, my dreams. No, I don’t have to, but I know Papa God will give me the grace I need to give up my worldly aspirations—it’s just that I don’t want to let go of them.
Mama Mary is holding on, otherwise, I would’ve thrown it all away already.
“No one can live continually in sin and continue to say the Rosary; either they will give up sin or they will give up the Rosary.” —Bishop Hugh Doyle
I sorely need to pray the Rosary.