…let him recall that he is always seen by God in heaven…(RB 7.13)
My mother and dad and my teachers always seemed to have eyes in the back of their heads. How was it they could always see when I licked some frosting from the cake, left the trash on the back step, or sent a note to my boy friend during class? There were days when I wished they couldn’t see everything, just as there are days I wish God didn’t have that all-seeing eye.
But then, in retrospect, those days make me feel so loved, so precious and so safe under that all-seeing eye of God.
Sr. Veronica, OSB
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