I have entered a greater fullness of my vocation as a MOC: to accompany my Beloved Spouse in His sorrows of Heart for souls. This is my call to perfect love: to remain immersed in the pains of the Sacred and Immaculate Hearts. Hosea 11 says, “My heart is overwhelmed, my pity is stirred.” The heart of my God is overwhelmed with sorrows, for His Bride has defiled herself and turned away from her God. Jesus says to me, “The Lord of heaven and earth cries tears.” Love moves me to remain with Him, gazing into His eyes filled with tears. These past two weeks, I have lived in a union of sorrows with my Jesus, a union that can only be lived in the silence of the Holy Spirit with Mary. A bond of love so strong that it doesn’t permit the sharing of this experience with others, for then the bond is somewhat weakened. I feel more and more like the life of a cloistered. I have found my vocation! My life has truly become the white towel Mary used to soak up the Blood of her Spouse, Son. I, too, seem to receive the sins, wounds, brokenness, and oppressions of souls all around me. They bring me into this profound intimacy of suffering my Lord’s sorrows with Him. At times, I question my vocation—Is this truly God’s will for me to feel constant sorrow in my heart? Exteriorly, I seem to function well in my state of life, with a smile on my face, even though, at times, the pain is so intense that it becomes difficult. Am I deceiving myself? Yet, I don’t think so; I feel I have finally entered the life of a victim of love. Love moves me to remain with my Beloved, to accompany Him in His agony of love.