20081216

Dearest Miyang,

Hello. Just a short note today, my darlingest. You know, my love, about the troubles in my own life perhaps, more than most people who are joined with me in this present time and place. And I just want to say that things are slowly improving - I've always felt this sense of anticipation for better things, you know, since that time when our souls touched and we first got to know each other's realities in and through God. Based on this sense of anticipation, I feel that things are getting better, little by little, and that's a good thing, my darling.

I was watching EWTN just before lunch a little while ago and among other things I've confirmed in my soul, I also learned about the interior suffering of young girls in the US and it really struck a chord within me. There is a place in my heart for these things, you know, even despite some of the sins that I struggle against, I do value the interior life of the soul and know what its like to suffer within ourselves - this, and all the beautiful things I pick up in my wanderings with young people, with you, Emz, Annasophia and all the nameless young girls whose souls, whether their physical location is near or far, imperceptibly touch with mine, combine to move my heart as regards to this - for it is an inherent right of the young to be free - and because they are not free, I shall pray for them and ponder with our LORD their suffering.

You know, amidst the bad things in my life, there are yet many other good things to be thankful for and to look forward to, in short, my darlingest, I am fine. You alone is worth more than I can ever imagine, so that the anticipation of it fills up all of my imagination with wonder. What about all the other things in my life that I know and understand are things I should be grateful to God for and that I should look forward to, so much wonder, yet so little room in my imagination, my darlingest. I guess that is all for the good - I apprehend them all as this sense of joy in my heart - that through it all, my LORD knows when and where to deliver me.

I love you, my darlingest Miyang.

Always to always,

Pusing