May You be blessed, my God, forever! How obvious it is that You loved me much more than I did myself! How many times, my Lord, have You freed me from so dark a prison, and how often have I put myself in it again against Your will!
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Thursday, November 29, 2018
If you should fall at times don’t be discouraged and stop striving to advance. For even from this fall God will draw out good.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Turn your eyes upon yourself and look at yourself inwardly, as I have said. You will find your Master; He will not fail you: indeed, the less outward comfort you have, the [much] greater the joy He will give you. He is full of compassion and never fails those who are afflicted and out of favor if they trust in Him alone.
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
Monday, November 26, 2018
Jesus prefers leaving me in darkness to giving me a false light which would not be Himself.
Sunday, November 25, 2018
I keep thinking of Queen Esther who was taken away from her people precisely because God wanted her to plead with the king on behalf of her nation. I am a very poor and powerless little Esther, but the King who has chosen me is infinitely great and merciful. This is great comfort.
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Oh Jesus, I feel that if You found a soul feebler than mine- though that's impossible- You would delight in heaping even greater favors on it, if it abandoned itself with supreme confidence to Your infinite mercy.
Friday, November 23, 2018
But when souls are worn out from many years of meditation and of having sought this Bridegroom, and most weary of worldly things, they sit under the shadow of Truth, they do not seek their comfort or calm or rest anywhere except where they understand they can truly have it. They place themselves under the protection of the Lord; they desire no other.
Thursday, November 22, 2018
The proud person is like a grain of wheat thrown into water: it swells, it gets big. Expose that grain to the fire: it dries up, it burns. The humble soul is like a grain of wheat thrown into the earth: it descends, it hides itself, it disappears, it dies; but to revive in heaven.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
The soul states that it was able to make this escape because of the strength and warmth gained from loving its Bridegroom in this obscure contemplation. It emphasizes its good fortune in having journeyed to God through this dark night.
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
There is no need for beautiful thoughts, only an outpouring of the heart.
Monday, November 19, 2018
If through my intercession I could play a part in getting a soul to love and praise God more, even if it be for just a short time, I think that would matter more to me than being in glory.