There is no soul aware of its poverty, which God doesn’t make richer every day. There is no soul feel- ing like a wreck –regardless of why– which the Lord doesn’t heal all the more. There is no soul admitting being prisoner to sin, passions and weaknesses, that the Lord doesn’t set free more and more every day. There is no soul confessing to its own blindness, ignorance and being in the dark, which the Lord doesn’t give His light to every day.
God allows for us to have yet another year, not simply for this tyrannical life to go on, but in order for us to do whatever needs to be done, whatever we haven’t done so far, so that our soul bears fruit.
There’s no way to faith, but faith itself.
