I thank God for this illness and these physical discomforts, because I have the time to converse with the Lord Jesus.

Now you shall consider My love in the Blessed Sacrament. Here, I am entirely yours, soul, body and divinity, as your Bridegroom. You know what love demands: one thing only, reciprocity.

O You Who are hidden, body, soul and divinity, Under the fragile form of bread, You are my life from Whom springs an abundance of graces; And, for me, You surpass the delights of Heaven.

Jesus, I trust in You.

A disobedient soul will win no victory, even if the Lord Jesus himself, in person, were to hear its confession.

I saw the abyss of my misery; whatever there is of good in me is Yours, O Lord. But because I am so small and wretched, I have a right to count on Your boundless mercy.

I thank God for this illness and these physical discomforts, because I have the time to converse with the Lord Jesus.