Through the sacraments of my faith, I am reborn. God’s grace enters my soul like a refreshing breeze that rustles the leaves of the trees in a spring garden.
My soul awakens with new life and rejoices because, once again, I am with my Savior, the One who loves me. Together, we walk through the garden and talk about all that is important to me.
I pray, dear Lord, that you will always be pleased to find your home in the garden of my soul. May you always take delight in my love for you, a love that blooms like the first rose of springtime.
Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in him (John 6: 54-56).