Status Updates From Dark Night of The Soul

I may or may not have burst into tears three times so far; something about just realizing how wretched of a state I am in, and simultaneously how much of a blessing it is to realize this — and to purify myself in God.

Every time I read St. John of the Cross, I always am reminded of how lowly I am and how much work I still need to do in my sadhana (and my praxis!) to emulate what he lived. It is a grace and endlessly humbling to know that my own small egoic self will never accomplish anything except run in confused circles, or lapse into sin, without the hand of God guiding me. As it has so many times.