Meditations by Padre Pio

My Father - you said to me - believe me, it's terrible; I don't know how the Lord can permit all this. I am completely bewildered, and don't know whether I am doing right or wrong. It is not a scruple, I know; but the uncertainty of pleasing or not pleasing our Lord, oppresses me. It happens always, everywhere; on the altar, in the confessional, everywhere. It's almost miraculous that I am able to carry on: but I don't understand anything.