The dew drips off the windows and still I can't see. I hold is my hand a collection of grateful as mediallions on my rosary clink in the prayer. And so do i

Perhaps I am stronger than I think.

Perhaps I am even afraid of my own strength, and turn it against myself, thus making myself weak. Making myself secure. Making myself guilty.

Perhaps I am most afraid of the strength of God in me. Perhaps I would rather be guilty and weak in myself, than strong in Him whom I cannot understand. 

Thomas Merton