Monday, August 25th
Bless the mind deeply troubled Of the sufferers, The heavy loneliness of profound souls, The restlessness of human beings, The sorrow which no soul ever confides To a sister soul. -St. Teresa Benedicta (Edith Stein)
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Sunday, August 24th
God cannot inspire unrealistic desires. – St. Therese
Saturday, August 23rd
Mental prayer consists of what was explained: being aware and knowing that we are speaking, with whom we are speaking, and who we ourselves are who dare to speak so much with so great a Lord. To think about this and other similar things, of how little we have served…
Friday, August 22nd
It should be noted here that, when we desire anyone’s affection, we always seek it because of some interest, profit or pleasure of our own….When this truth is put to them, they laugh at the distress which had been assailing them in the past as to whether their affection was…
Thursday, August 21st
Life is only a dream: soon we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Do not let us waste the trials Jesus sends. – St. Therese
Wednesday, August 20th
Let us live in close union with our Beloved and be wholly given to Him as He is given to us … commune with Him all the day long, since He is living in your soul … there you have the whole of the Carmelite life, to live in Him…
Tuesday, August 19th
With bold surrender, it wishes to remain gazing upon the Divine Sun. Nothing will frighten it, neither wind nor rain, and if dark clouds come and hide the Star of Love, the little bird will not change its place because it knows that beyond the clouds its bright Sun still…
Monday, August 18th
No earthly maternal joy resembles the bliss of a soul permitted to enkindle the light of grace in the night of sins. The way to this is the cross. Beneath the cross the Virgin of virgins becomes the Mother of Grace. -St. Teresa Benedicta (Edith Stein)
Sunday, August 17th
It is not a refreshing peaceful fire, but a consuming and searching one that makes the soul grieve at the sight of itself. The soul perceives its own smallness in comparison with the immensity of the flame. -St. John of the Cross
Saturday, August 16th
The nothingness of me is strangely loved: Sustaining ever The all of love, my need is strangely here: Departing never. – St. Therese