Like Saint Augustine the greatest confession that I have is that God is real. As my friend Paula would say “He is as real as the air I breathe and closer than my hands and feet”.
Funny story: On Saturday mornings, I wash up, dress in my pink outfit and head to Ender’s Island to pray (see pictures in picture section). My neighbors are used to seeing me pray every morning with the stations of the Cross Chaplet that I use for my morning prayers. One morning, when returning from Ender’s Island, dressed like the picture above, I stopped the car at the street to get the newspaper. A neighbor driving by, smiled, waved and gave me two thumbs up. I later told Susan that I beamed back a smile that said God is real; much like around Christmas when a little kid shares the secret that Santa is real.
In the EWTN Daily Readings and Homily YouTube video on 2020-08-28 – Fr. Joseph states that the most read Christian book outside of the Bible is My Confessions by Saint Augustine of Hippo written in 397AD. Father Joseph shares that instead beginning the book by talking about himself, Saint Augustine starts with this confession:
“Great art Thou, O Lord, and greatly to be praised; great is Thy power, and of Thy wisdom there is no end. And man, being a part of Thy creation, desires to praise Thee, man, who bears about with him his mortality, the witness of his sin, even the witness that Thou “resistest the proud, ” – yet man, this part of Thy creation, desires to praise Thee. Thou movest us to delight in praising Thee; for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee. Lord, teach me to know and understand which of these should be first, to call on Thee, or to praise Thee; and likewise to know Thee, or to call upon Thee.
Oh! how shall I find rest in Thee? Who will send Thee into my heart to inebriate it, so that I may forget my woes, and embrace Thee my only good? What art Thou to me? Have compassion on me, that I may speak. What am I to Thee that Thou demandest my love, and unless I give it Thee art angry, and threatenest me with great sorrows? Is it, then, a light sorrow not to love Thee? Alas! alas! tell me of Thy compassion, O Lord my God, what Thou art to me. “Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.” So speak that I may hear. Behold, Lord, the ears of my heart are before Thee; open Thou them, and “say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.” When I hear, may I run and lay hold on Thee. Hide not Thy face from me. Let me die, lest I die, if only I may see Thy face.“
All Are Welcome in my Father's House 