Tuesday, October 6th
To make acts of penance of all my contradictions, temporal or spiritual pains, as well as all the actions that could displease me is what I call the penance of the moment. – Teresa of St. Augustine
To make acts of penance of all my contradictions, temporal or spiritual pains, as well as all the actions that could displease me is what I call the penance of the moment. – Teresa of St. Augustine
Our aptitude to receive grace depends upon the interior integrity wherewith we move towards Him, and when He brings His gifts, God can also bestow Himself, stamp His likeness upon us, absolve and deliver us. – St. Elizabeth of the Trinity
Holiness does not consist in this or that practice; it consists in a disposition of the heart, which makes us always humble and little in the arms of God, well aware of our feebleness, but boldly confident in the Father’s goodness. – St. Therese
We must sweeten our minds by charitable thoughts. After that, the practice of patience will become almost natural. – St. Therese
Living faith is the firm conviction that God exists, an acceptance as true of all that He has revealed, a loving promptness to let oneself be guided by the will of God. – St. Teresa Benedicta (Edith Stein)
I understand clearly that through love alone can we become pleasing to God, and my sole ambition is to acquire it. – St. Therese
Let us place our trust in God, let us place our trust in God who is so good and wills so much good for us. He will not abandon us, have no doubt about it. – St. Teresa Margaret Redi
When I accepted the fact that I might spend my life suffering from these troubles and anxieties-which in no way diminished the trust I had in God and served only to increase my faith-I found myself changed all at once. And my soul, until that time always in turmoil, experienced…
Jesus prefers leaving me in darkness to giving me a false light which would not be Himself. – St. Therese
Jesus has shown me the only way that leads to the fire of divine love: it is that of a little child who, full of trust, falls asleep in its father’s arms. -St. Therese