Yesterday, an unpleasant adventure could have demoralized me badly: I lost, stupidly, the manuscript that I am writing, which is important and where Jesus has a great place. I almost cracked thinking about the huge work that it would require from me, even if a good part of it is written on paper.
Just when this event happened, the call of a girl whose mother – a close friend – has just passed away, allowed me to get out of my comfort zone, to put things into perspective. Then, last night, I prayed to the Lord to help me. And this morning, thank you very much! Reading your message of the day puts me back in the Lord’s trajectory, allows me to believe that this sign has a meaning, that everything comes from Him, that He does not abandon me and will always keep me. It is precisely this message that I want to convey in my future book: how, through the four successive mourning I experienced in my childhood and youth, Jesus saved me, beyond extreme suffering and sorrow, also by using a human hand through therapy.