Friday, May 21st
What is the Cross but heaven when Jesus Christ is on it? -St. Teresa de los Andes
Thursday, May 20th
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
Wednesday, May 19th
Jesus is mysterious. When we approach Him, usually He remains silent. In this silence, what is His attitude towards us? He tells us in the parable of the Good Shepherd: He sees us with His love, He knows us, and even if He remains silent, He knows exactly what we…
Tuesday, May 18th
The soul cannot reach these hidden treasures unless it first passes through the thicket of interior and exterior sufferings. For even such knowledge of the mysteries of Christ as is possible in this life cannot be had without great suffering, and without many intellectual and moral gifts, and previous spiritual…
Monday, May 17th
Always love prayer, and when I say prayer, I don’t mean so much imposing on yourself a lot of vocal prayers to be recited every day, as much as that elevation of the soul towards God through all things that establishes us in a kind of continual communion with the…
Sunday, May 16th
I keep myself indifferent to the will of God. As I’m only seeking and keeping Him contented, what does anything else matter? -St. Teresa de los Andes
Saturday, May 15th
The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit. – St. Teresa of Avila
Friday, May 14th
Stay with me, Jesus, my delight, Your presence near makes all things right. -Bl. Titus Brandsma
Thursday, May 13th
When I see souls very earnest in trying to understand the prayer they have and very sullen when they are in it- for it seems they don’t dare let their minds move or stir lest a bit of their spiritualdelight and devotion be lost- it makes me realize how little…
Wednesday, May 12th
The nothingness of me is strangely loved: Sustaining ever The all of love, my need is strangely here: Departing never. – St. Therese