Saturday, December 26th
It is that much harder to let what belongs to us be taken without asking for it back. But the moment we accept this, we feel how light the burden is. – St. Therese
Friday, December 25th
To be a child of God, that means to be led by the hand of God, to do the will of God, not one’s own will, to place every care and every hope in the hand of God and not to worry about oneself or one’s future. On this rests…
Thursday, December 24th
At the evening of life, you will be examined in love. -St. John of the Cross
Wednesday, December 23rd
I realize that we aren’t all made alike. For me, God’s infinite mercy is the quality that stands out in my life, and when I contemplate and adore God’s other perfections, it’s against this background of mercy all the time. -St. Therese
Tuesday, December 22nd
In savoring a finite joy the very most one can expect is to enfeeble and destroy our taste, leaving the palate wrecked; for all the sweetness there may be I’ll never throw away my soul… – St. John of the Cross
Monday, December 21st
God is freeing my heart of every natural attraction, perhaps to make room there for purer things in which there will be only the desire for my neighbor’s good. – St. Raphael Kalinowski
Sunday, December 20th
Against all the movements of like and dislike the Lord’s precept is set: “Thou must love thy neighbor as thyself.” That applies without conditions or reductions. The neighbor is not he whom I like. It is everyone who approaches me, without exception. And again it enjoins, “Thou canst, so thou…
Saturday, December 19th
More effective than the mortification one practices according to one’s own choice is the cross that God lays upon one, exteriorly and interiorly. – St. Teresa Benedicta
Friday, December 18th
Mary is the place of this meeting; better still, she is the temple in which is consummated God’s espousals with humanity, the hidden sanctuary in which the Spouse is united with the bride, the desert that flowers at the breath of God. -Paul-Marie of the Cross, OCD
Thursday, December 17th
A Praise of Glory is a silent soul, which remains like a lyre beneath the mysterious touch of the Holy Spirit, so that He may call forth divine harmonies from it. -St. Elizabeth of the Trinity