I am nothing; I am but an instrument, a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes. However imperfect we are, he writes beautifully.

In the silence of our hearts, God speaks of His love; with our silence, we allow Jesus to love us.

The work we do is only our love for Jesus in action...If we pray the work...if we do it to Jesus, if we do it for Jesus, if we do it with Jesus...that's what makes us content.

Real prayer is union with God.

I am but a small pencil in the hand of a writing God

Peace begins with a smile.

A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love. She gives most who gives with joy.