When your prayer is accompanied by aridity and desolation, call to mind what Jesus Christ suffered, when He said to His Father: “My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?”
St. Francis Borgia
Lord Jesus, without reserve, without an if, without a but, without exception, without limitation, may Thy holy will be done in all things, at all times.
St. Francis de Sales
God is never angry for His sake, only for ours.
St. Thomas Aquinas
It is consoling that he who must judge us dwell in us to save us always from all of our miseries, and to pardon us.
St. Thérèse of Lisieux
O afflicted Mother, if I had seen Your tears flowing, I would have gathered them like precious pearls. Happy is the ground that has drunk them, how can I not kiss it with love! But, ungrateful as I am, they flow every day on my sins, these blessed tears, and, harder than a rock, I do not add my own. Obtain for me, good Mother, by the merit of Your sorrows, the grace not to renew it, and may my heart, fertilized by Your tears, produce fruits of penance and salvation.
Amen.
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