All know that they must die; but the delusion of many is, that they imagine death to be so far off as if it were never to arrive…Every step, every breath brings us nearer to our end.
O God and Lord of infinite majesty. I am ashamed to appear before You. How often have I dishonored You by preferring a sordid pleasure, the indulgence of anger, self-indulgences, or vanity, to Your grace?
O Jesus, through my sin, I have inflicted Your suffering upon You. O my Jesus, make me understand the great injury I have done to You.
O Lord, I wish to love You during for the remainder of my life, and I wish to love nothing but You.
Notes from the book:“Morning Meditations for all days of the year from texts of Saint Alphonsus of Liguori” Chapter The Shortness of Life December the Thirtieth