Pray, hope, don't worry.

Be content to progress in slow steps until you have legs to run and wings with which to fly.

We must hide our tears from the One who sends them, from the One who has shed tears Himself and continues to shed them every day because of mans' ingratitude.

By suffering we are able to give something to God. The gift of pain, of suffering is a big thing and cannot be accomplished in Paradise.

Pray, Hope, and Don't Worry

The Mother of Sorrows is my confidante, my teacher, my counselor, and my powerful advocate.

In order to console a soul in it's sufferings, point out to it all the good it can still do.