God of our life, there are days when the burdens we carry chafe our shoulders and weigh us down; when the road seems dreary and endless, the skies gray and threatening; when our lives have no music in them, and our hearts are lonely, and our souls have lost their courage. Flood the path with light, run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise; tune our hearts to brave music; give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age; and so quicken our spirits that we may be able to encourage the souls of all who journey with us on the road of life, to your honor and glory.

It is love that asks, that seeks, that knocks, that finds, and that is faithful to what it finds.

Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden.

Lord Jesus, don't let me lie when I say that I love you.....and protect me, for today I could betray you.

Heaven forbid that we should believe in such a way as not to accept or seek reasons, since we could not even believe if we did not possess rational souls.

We are and we know we are and we love to be it and know it.

Unhappy is the soul enslaved by the love of anything that is mortal.