Monday, October 3rd
The insight of the most skilled doctors can’t compare to that of a mother’s heart. – St. Therese
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Sunday, October 2nd
Good works wrought in the season of spiritual dryness and hardness are like the freshness of the winter morning. What we then do for God in dryness of spirit is most precious in His eyes. It is then that we acquire abundant virtues and graces, and what we achieve with…
Saturday, October 1st
Our suffering never makes Him happy. He sends it to us and, as it were, turns His head while so doing, but suffering is a thing that is necessary for us. -St. Therese
Friday, September 30th
No one can make me frightened anymore, because I know what to believe about His mercy and His love; I know that, in the twinkling of an eye, all those thousands of sins would be consumed as a drop of water cast into a blazing fire. -St. Therese
Thursday, September 29th
Let us live on the Cross. The Cross is the denial of our will. Heaven is on the Cross because Jesus is there. -St. Teresa of the Andes
Wednesday, September 28th
What we need most in order to make progress is to be silent before this great God with our appetite and with our tongue, for the language he best hears is silent love. – St. John of the Cross
Tuesday, September 27th
I suppose I ought to be distressed that I so often fall asleep during meditation and thanksgiving after Holy Communion, but I reflect that little children, asleep or awake, are equally dear to their parents; that to perform operations doctors put their patients to sleep; and finally, that ‘The Lord…
Monday, September 26th
Let us humbly take our place among the imperfect. – St. Therese
Sunday, September 25th
The proud person is like a grain of wheat thrown into water: it swells, it gets big. Expose that grain to the fire: it dries up, it burns. The humble soul is like a grain of wheat thrown into the earth: it descends, it hides itself, it disappears, it dies;…
Saturday, September 24th
In this interior union God communicates himself to the soul with such genuine love that neither the affection of a mother, with which she so tenderly caresses her child, nor a brother’s love, nor any friendship is comparable to it. – St. John of the Cross