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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

My Friend, My Counsellor, My King

My divine Lord, I adore Thee here before me in the Tabernacle, I love Thee and know that Thou lovest me and art pleased that I have come to speak to Thee.

I love to come and kneel at Thy Sacred Feet.  I love to tell Thee how much I long to resemble Thee in Thy kindness and goodness and truth.

Dearest Lord,  grant that I may love Thee with a love that will keep me ever mindful of the higher things of life,- with a love that will make me go about my duties with a cheerfulness and graciousness that will bring joy to the hearts of others,-with a love that will help me to carry my cross with nobility and dignity, as one would carry some precious treasure.

Grant, my dearest Friend, that I may find comfort in drawing near to Thee,-  that each time my heart rests near Thine, it may become more tender, more patient, more generous.





Beloved Healer of my soul, give me strength to battle with this never  ceasing, all enduring array of difficulties that meet me at every step.  Give me light to see that all that glitters is not gold, the grace to understand that there is but one thing necessary,-  my salvation;  and that every sacrifice no matter how painful, is as dross compared with the reward in store for me and that nothing on earth can satisfy my heart.


Grant me to realize that no joy here can be complete, no pleasure give full contentment, no honor quench the thirst of my soul for the imperishable glory of Heaven.

Let me turn my steps towards Thee, sweet Lord, before age has crept upon me.  Let me not  wait until the vase is shattered, the flower withered and its fragrance spent upon the desert air.  No, beloved Lord,-no.  Accept now the offering of my life, surrounded by its pleasures and cards, its joys and sorrows, its hopes and disappointments. 

Let nothing prevent me from keeping my heart lifted to Thee, so that, in the midst of all the distractions of life.  I may move on towards Thee, my tender Father.  May I also draw others to the feet of Him who is the Way, the Truth, the Life and Joy Eternal.










Monday, March 23, 2015

St. Lucy Filippini

(13 January 1672 – 25 March 1732)
St. Lucy Filippini
She was orphaned at an early age when her parents both died. From there she went to live with her aristocratic aunt and uncle who encouraged her religious inclination by entrusting her education to the Benedictine nuns at Santa Lucia.
Her career began under the patronage of Cardinal Gregorio Barbarigo, who entrusted her with the work of founding schools for young women, especially the poor. With Rose Venerini to train school teachers, she co-founded the Pious Matrons, a group dedicated to the education of girls. The curriculum included domestic arts, weaving, embroidering, reading, and Christian doctrine. The success of her schools — fifty-two in total — caught the attention of Pope Clement XI, who called her to work in Rome. She died of breast cancer in 1732.
Her statue can be seen in the south nave of St. Peter’s Basilica.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Divine Healer of My Soul

Divine Healer of my soul, dear Physician, tender Father, look upon my wounds, my scars, my seared and ulcered soul.

Lord Jesus, wilt Thou heal me?

I am troubled with many ills,-my miseries are great,-my weakness sad to look upon.

I wonder, dearest Lord, that I venture to come so close to Thee!  Even nearer would I draw, lower would I bend beside Thee, for, dearest Lord, it is only the touch of  Thy dear Hand that can soothe my open wounds,-only the sound of Thy dear Voice that can fill my soul with courage,-only the love of Thy dear Heart that can reassure and make my life abound in joy and peace and eager striving after good.

Tender Healer of my soul, Thou knowest how weak I am, Thou hast seen my many falls.  Thou knowest, too, that when with certain persons fear to acknowledge Thee, lest they think me prudish and unworldly.  Thou knowest well, dear Guardian of my soul, how often thy sweet and gently voice has called to me and I have paid to heed;  Thy kind face has chided me and I have turned away my eyes: pectant at the door of my heart, but I  have been busy with other quests and there was  no room for Thee, my Lord.

Lord Jesus,  I am weary of it all- weary of the struggle to keep in touch with Thee and yet not displease the world,-weary of striving to silence the longing of my heart for the stable things of life;-weary of the endless demands of the world and the emptiness of its promise.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

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Luca Signorelli - "The End of the World"


 And then that wicked one shall be revealed: whom the Lord Jesus shall kill with the spirit of his mouth and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming: him Whose coming is according to the working of Satan, in all power and signs and lying wonders: And in all seduction of iniquity to them that perish: because they receive not the love of the truth, that they might be saved. Therefore God shall send them the operation of error, to believe lying (2 Thessalonians 2:8-11/DRV).

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

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The heart of our good Mother Mary is all love and mercy. She desires nothing else but our happiness. We need only have recourse to her and we will be heard.St. John Vianney (1786-1859AD)

Monday, March 16, 2015




Rabboni
 
While seated at the bountiful tables of the Rich, help me  to keep my heart lifted above the natural satisfaction of the moment.
 
While striving that my dress should be in keeping with my station, grant that it may never offend Thee in the slightest degree, dearest Lord, and that I may sacrifice anything that might wound modesty.
 
While mingling with the everyday chatter of the card table and the incessant rush to the theatre, help me never to let fall a word to mar charity nor the exquisite beauty of Purity.
 
As I go my rounds from one distraction to another, let me whisper, from time to  time, my Lord, a word of love to Thee, so that my life, dressed as it is in the garb of worldliness, may prove to be a life lived in the supernatural, full of power for good and strong in its purpose of sanctity.
 
Teach me, beloved Lord, to be good gracefully.  Let my striving after thee be so well-tempered that my efforts may not jar on others.
 
May my life be so pure and so upright that Thou wilt take up Thy abode within me, beautifying my actions, sweetening my words, ennobling my thoughts so that I may attract many souls to Thee,-so that I may help others, weary of the emptiness of worldly fame and shallow glory, to seek thee as their strength and comfort and, while burning incense at these tawdry shrines, to murmur unceasingly Thy name, divinest Lord, and to become daily more and more, Thy true disciples, Thy ardent admirers, Thy loyal slaves.