Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

Heaven for me is hidden in a little Host Where Jesus, my Spouse, is veiled for love. I go to that Divine Furnace to draw out life, And there my Sweet Saviour listens to me night and day.

Let us rise above the things that pass away. Up above, the air is so pure. Jesus can hide Himself but we will find Him there.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.