Archive

Let's not belong more to anyone than to our sovereign Lord. He is the only one capable of satisfying us. His love is infinite. It knows no limits.

Speak to the Most Holy Virgin heart to heart. When you feel lonely, gaze at her and you will see her smiling and saying to you, "Your mother never leaves you alone."

We'll know the intensity of His love by the love we have for our neighbor.

When Jesus made in me His dwelling place,
When God took possession of my heart,
So well that since that hour,
Since that mysterious colloquy,
That divine and delicious meeting,
I have aspired to nothing else but to give my life
In order to return a bit of His great love
To the Beloved of the Eucharist
Who reposed in my feeble heart,
Inundating it with all of his favors.

How easy it is to please Jesus, to ravish His Heart. We have merely to love Him, while, at the same time, forgetting ourselves.

Death can hold no bitterness for the soul that loves. It brings with it all the sweetness and delights of love. There is no sadness in the remembrance of it when it opens the door to all joy.

Mary has generated us according to the life of grace, having given her whole being, body and soul to be the Mother of God. From this is born a most intimate union between her and us: she loves us, she knows us, and is completely available to make us what we ought to be.

Really believe that in His love He has his own plans for you, and that if He asks so many sacrifices of you, it is in order to give you much.

Imagine, also, that in this palace dwells this mighty King who has been so gracious enough to become your Father; and that he is seated upon an extremely valuable throne, which is your heart.

O my God, how fervent and strong is the charity of a soul who is united with You by love! Those whom You have taken to Yourself in this way, cannot confine themselves to their personal advantage, and be satisfied with it. Nor would it suffice for them to go to heaven alone, but with solicitude and affection wholly celestial, and with utmost diligence, they endeavor to lead many others with them. Grant, O Lord, that my love for You may have the same effect on me.

May God who is all love be your unchanging dwelling place, your cell, your cloister in the midst of the world.

St. Catherine of Siena loved to say in the silence of her soul: "I am sought, I am loved." That is what is true.