We are precious in the eyes of the Lord: Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shadow of your wings ( Ps 17, 9 ). How big are the wings of God, how sweet refuge to gather the whole world. Under His wings evil loses its consistency, that danger becomes far; insecurity is exceeded, it feels omnipotent, the omnipotence of God: I can do all things in him who strengthens me . ( Phil 4 13). As is the noble Lord is room for everyone, not your space is cramped, never run, as His mercy. In peace I lie down and soon I fall asleep: you alone, O Lord, make me safe rest ( Sal 4, 8 ), because I have no fear in the shelter of your heart. The Lord, like the Good Samaritan, the inn of your heart, and end up wounds, pouring oil and wine, and pay in advance for us. Sometimes it is looking for me when I lost, like a mother hen looking for her chicks from all sides. I collect bad shape and took me with him in safe place. One thing I ask of the Lord, that will I seek: to dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to taste the sweetness of the Lord and to behold his temple . ( Ps 27 4) The wings of God, give shelter to the heart and mind hungry and stressed out. In him we find true peace and total. In God alone my soul at rest, he has become my salvation. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my rock of defense: I stand firm . ( Ps 62, 2-3 ) During my life I have tried so many other places of welcome and I have found anxiety and pain. With S. Augustine I cry out: "Late have I loved, I tried, I found myself, I appreciated you and you I considered indispensable," beauty so old and so new! " free my life from their violence, from the fangs of the lions are my only good ( Ps 35, 17 ).
For me there is nothing more beautiful, sweet and great to find a place in the heart of Jesus
Giuseppe Ficarra annunciatines
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