I Am More Weary Of Life, I

This Morning About Nine I Withdrew To The Woods For Prayer. I Was In Such Anguish That When I Arose From My Knees I Felt Extremely Weak And Overcome. ...i Cared Not How Or Where I Lived, Or What Hardships I Went Through, So That I Could But Gain Souls For Christ.

I Longed To Be A Flame Of Fire Continually Glowing In The Divine Service And Building Up Of Christ's Kingdom To My Last And Dying Breath.

As Long As I See Anything To Be Done For God, Life Is Worth Having; But O How Vain And Unworthy It Is To Live For Any Lower End!

The Whole World Appears To Me Like A Huge Vacuum, A Vast Empty Space, Whence Nothing Desirable, Or At Least Satisfactory, Can Possibly Be Derived; And I Long Daily To Die More And More To It; Even Though I Obtain Not That Comfort From Spiritual Things Which I Earnestly Desire.

It Is Sweet To Be Nothing And Less Than Nothing That Christ May Be All In All.