The Blessed Virgin used me like a broom, and then put me back in my place.

Watch over me, Father, so that everything I do may be with the intention of pleasing Jesus.

The Blessed Virgin used me like a broom, and then put me back in my place.

If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces... never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again. That's the beauty of being alive... We can always start all over again. Enjoy God's amazing opportunities bestowed on us. Have faith in Him always.

Why must we suffer? Because here below pure Love cannot exist without suffering. O Jesus, Jesus, I no longer feel my cross when I think of yours.

The Eucharist bathes the tormented soul in light and love. Then the soul appreciates these words, 'Come all you who are sick, I will restore your health.'

It is loving the Cross that one finds one heart, for Divine Love cannot live without suffering.