There are many different kinds of promises. Promises that others make to us, promises that we make to ourselves, promises that are kept, promises that are broken, promises that are unspoken but exist all the same. Whenever I am full of doubt or fear, I like to look up at the night sky. The stars remind me of promises that have been kept, are being kept, and will be kept. They seem to whisper hope and eternity in a single breath. Just as the Lord told Abraham that his descendants would be as numerous as the stars in the sky, we also know that He has promises and plans for us that He will never forget. The stars, for me, are a promise of His everlasting love, of His faithfulness from generation to generation, and when I look at the night sky, my problems suddenly seem very small.
I'm in the process of reading "Come Be My Light", the private writings of Mother Teresa. It definitely isn't a "speed read" - I'm taking my time to go through it, making notes and reflecting along the way. Again and again I am struck by her supernatural selflessness and commitment to give God her all. She fell in love with Jesus and was so confident of His love for her that out of the overflow of her heart she touched others with His love. She insisted, "Don't look for big things, just do small things with great love...The smaller the thing, the greater must be the love."
"Why must we give ourselves fully to God? Because God has given Himself to us. If God who owes nothing to us is ready to impart to us no less than Himself, shall we answer with just a fraction of ourselves? To give ourselves fully to God is a means of receiving God Himself. I for God and God for me."
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