I Cannot Make Myself A Saint.
It seems to me the most absurd thing in the world to be upset because I am weak and distracted and blind and constantly make mistakes! What else do I expect! Does God love me any less because I can’t make myself a saint by my own power and in my own way? He loves me more because I am so clumsy and helpless without him – and underneath what I am he sees me as I will one day be by his pure gift and that pleases him – and therefore it pleases me and I attend to his great love which is my joy.
Thomas Merton, 1953.