I sit and think about how great my Lord is, He who created everything.
About His infinite grace, which is denied to no one, excluding no one and without consideration.
How good He is and how bad I am.
Even in my worst suffering, and even if willed by God, who, as in Psalm 88, would crush me, I would still be full of joy in my heart.
Lord, you know I love you, have mercy on me, a sinner.