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I WENT TO CHURCH TO HEAR A MASS.IT WAS A HEART-WRENCHING SERMON FROM THE HOLY WORDS OF THE GOOD LORD.I HAD OFFERED HIM SOMETHING SPECIAL....IT IS ALL MY HAPPINESS...I WANTED TO BE WITH GOD IN HIS RESURRECTION THAT I HAD TO BE SANCTIFIED.AND MY SOUL RENEWED.T IS ALL I COULD AFFORD TO GIVE FOR I HAVE NOTHING EXPENSIVE AND SPECIAL TO OFFER.I REALIZED THAT MY HAPPINESS WAS NOT WHAT GOD WANTED TO TAKE AWAY FROM ME.

HE SAID," DEAREST CHILD, YOUR HAPPINESS IS WHAT I WISHED FOR THIS CHRISTMAS...FOR YOU ARE LOST AS A POOR OLD LAMB...AND I SOUGHT FOR YOU...FOR YOU ARE LAST IN THE MANIFOLD BLESSINGS I SHOWERED TO ALL YOUR PEERS LIKE MONEY, FRIENDS AND LOVE...FOR YOU ARE LEAST HAPPY AND LEAST APPRECIATED BY MY CREATURES...IT IS ALL TOO MUCH IF I WOULD TAKE IT ALL AWAY FROM YOU..."

I WAS PUZZLED IN BEWILDERMENT AT THAT IDEA.

"OH!HEAVENLY FATHER...I KNOW NOT WHAT TO GIVE..I AM POOR AND JUST A WRETCHED SOUL..."I WEPT...GOD SAID,"CRY NOT, O MOST AFFLICTED AND MOST MISERABLE HEART, THERE IS STILL MORE YOU CAN GIVE THAN ANY OTHER CREATURES IN THIS FIRMAMENT...

I ASK NOTHING BUT FOR YOU TO OFFER ALL THE SINS, HATRED, REGRETS, FEARS, PROBLEMS, SORROW, GRUDGES, AND PAIN...AND IT IS WORTH MORE THAN WHAT ALL THE RICHES AND BLESSINGS I HAD BESTOWED UPON MANKIND."

THAT WAS NOT JUST MEDIOCRE, UNEASY TO GIVE AT A GLANCE. ENTHUSIASTIC TO BE WITH HIM, I HAVE TRIED TO LIFT A PRAYER BEFORE I COULD BE DESERVING TO MY SACRIFICE. i COULD NOT BE WORTHY OF HIS LOVE AND ATTENTION. JUST NOW, I AM AS SINFUL AS ANY OTHER INDIVIDUAL. THERE IS A BIG DIFFERENCE TO MAKE AND I AM IN FEAR THAT I CAN NOT BE THE RIGHT ONE. STILL, I WANTED TO TRY FOR SOME STRANGE REASONS. I WAS REALLY WEEPING AND AS SOLITARY LAMB LOST IN THE GREEN PASTURES, I WENT BACK TO RETURN TO MY SHEPHERD.

The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Even for His own Name's sake.

Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me; and Thy rod
And staff my comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnishèd
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.

I SMILED...MY HEART LEAPED IN JOY BECAUSE I AM NOW CARRYING ALL THE NEGATIVITIES THE WORLD HAS GIVEN ME...I HANDED HIM ALL OF THESE...AND HE MADE ME A NEW HAPPY SOUL, A NEW HAPPY APRIL MAE MATUGUINAS BERZA...