Friday, June 16th
What offends Jesus, what wounds His Sacred Heart, is lack of confidence in Him. -St. Therese
What offends Jesus, what wounds His Sacred Heart, is lack of confidence in Him. -St. Therese
The soul is wearied and fatigued by its desires… the (desires) disturb it, allowing it not to rest in any place or in any thing whatsoever.… the desires and indulgence in them all cause it greater emptiness and hunger. – St. John of the Cross
My love discovers the charms Of Your Face adorned with tears. I smile through my own tears When I contemplate Your sorrows… Your beauty, which You know how to veil, Discloses for me all its mystery… Leave in me the Divine impress Of Your Features… – St. Therese
Each morn You come to me at early Mass, Your flesh and blood become my food and drink; And wonders are accomplished. Your body permeates mine mysteriously, I feel Your soul becoming one with mine: I am no longer what I used to be. You come and go, but still…
May nothing distract me from You, neither noise nor diversions. O my Master, I would so love to live with You in silence. But what I love above all is to do Your will, and since You want me still to remain in the world, I submit with all my…
The Eucharist is truly the sacrament of union and at the same time it is the clearest and most convincing proof that God calls us and pleads with us to come to intimate union with Himself. -Fr. Gabriel of St. Mary Magdalene, OCD
It is best to learn to silence the faculties and to cause them to be still so that God may speak. -St. John of the Cross
One ought to be careful not to devote oneself wholly and with too much solicitude to exterior occupations, to which it is expedient only to lend oneself as much as is necessary, keeping the rest (namely the mind and heart) for God. – St. Teresa Margaret Redi
I keep my eyes fixed on Eternity, and from this source I draw constancy in the midst of the confusion of daily life; freedom in my social relations, and joy in spirit… – St. Raphael Kalinowski
Humility consists in complete recognition of one’s own nothingness in all things. A leather bag is best filled by being laid flat on the ground, and a bucket at a well does not fill with water unless it is lowered. As for me, I remain empty for want of being…