He who has Jesus has everything.

Jesus went before us on the narrow path along which He beckons us to follow Him.

God alone and the desire of His glory - nothing else matters.

Lord, I lean on You alone for strength. Give me your arm to support me, your shoulders to carry me, your breast on which to lay my head, your Cross to uphold me, your Eucharist to nourish me. On you Lord, I shall sleep and rest in peace.

Really, it is the Lord who carries the cross, for He knows how to make the soul content with little or no consolation and always to find strength in the words..."Thy will be done."

The dear Lord has favored us with a share of His cross. The greatest and undoubtedly the hardest to bear is the lack of success in our work here. If a saint had been in charge, all would have gone well.

If only I could be hidden in a corner, so as not to be tempted to worry about things that are not really my business.