Dearest daughter, let your sense of your poverty be a feast for Jesus. As you say, you can only see the ugliness because He is gleaming on you. How we hate to see it – and yet how can we be translucified in Him if we don’t know we are dark? He comes running with the bounding joy of a Lover when we turn to Him. I would only be anxious about you if you saw yourself pure and lovely – let Him see whatever there is of that and be humbly glad you see the murk that calls out to be cleansed. . . .
Sister Wendy Beckett