Too late have I loved you, O Beauty so ancient and so new, too late have I loved you… . You have sent forth fragrance, and I have drawn in my breath, and I pant after you. I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst after you. You have touched me, and I have burned for your peace… . My life will be life indeed, filled wholly with you… . Sometimes you admit me in my innermost being into a most extraordinary affection, mounting within me to an indescribable delight. If this is perfected in me, it will be something, I know not what, that will not belong to this life.
The seminarian experiences the beauty of [the] call in a moment of grace which could be defined as ‘falling in love’. His soul is filled with amazement, which makes him ask in prayer: ‘Lord, why me?’ But love knows no ‘why’; it is a free gift to which one responds with the gift of self.
|Me:||God, why do you keep on loving me no matter how many times I fail? I couldn't count the times that I've ran away from you and denied you. I always fail, but you keep on saying you love me. How could you love someone like me?|
|God:||Because it's never about you, child. My love is not affected by your failures or achievements. I love you because I am a loving God and my love is unchanging. Nothing could ever separate you from my love- not even your biggest failures.|