"My soul is thirsting for you," the One "whom my heart loves." Oh how I struggle to do your will, to tell your story. I do such a piss poor job of it, but you refuse to release me from my burden, you refuse to take back this gift. Thank you. Thank you for the honor of this particular cross. I am ready to bear its weight once more. And with the help of Sister Mary and all our kin, it shall not crush me.