Unfathomable love

I can barely say the Sorrowful Mysteries anymore because they make me feel like such a wimp.  I've been poked and pricked with more needles in the last four days than I ever want to count.  And all the ongoing little sufferings I can't even bear to list - Oh my gosh!  If you haven't had cancer or something horrible like it, you can't imagine, and I hope you never do.  But when I was saying the Fifth Sorrowful Mystery, The Crucifixion, I thought of how horrible all those needle pricks have been to me, but then. . . they were just needles, little tiny-itty bitty needles. . . and not big blunt nails.  Jesus I'm so sorry I'm such a wimp.  How did You do it??  Your Love must be something of the splendor of the universe to have born that. This is why I'm so devoted to the Sacred Heart, because it represents His unfathomable love.  Unfathomable.