I do hope some one will feel it, dearest Lord, I should be disappointed did I know that I had none of the fragrance of the Tabernacle about me, fragrance of the Tabernacle about me,-for Thou knowest, divinest Lord, that I want people to know that I am Thy slave, Thy willing tool, Thy servant, and Thy child.  But, sweet Master, how can they know this unless there be some mark upon me, unless something in me makes them think of Thee?

I shall begin by being kind to every one, so kind that those who see me will wonder where I learned it and will watch and find that I come daily to visit Thee, my King, and they will guess the secret, and will come to Thee themselves.  Then I shall be Thy little conquerer too, conquering souls and leading them gently to Thy Feet.

Good-bye once more, my tender, loving Lord, I shall come to Thee again tomorrow.  Now I am going out to work for Thee by thinking of Thee, loving Thee, and smiling for Thee, my tender Friend, my patient Counsellor, my great and wondrous King.

Sweet King, grant that some of Thy beautiful spirit may penetrate into the very marrow of my bones,-that my thoughts may become broad and noble,-my words pure and gentle,-my actions, dignified and gracious,-my aspirations, Godward,-my will strong and determined.

Dear Counsellor of my soul, make known to me just what Thou wouldst have me do and say and think, so that each day I may become better,-each day less selfish,-each day more like to the Heart of my Friend, my Counsellor, and my King.

O my own sweet Lord; change me; work in me; take from me all that pains Thee,-all that is a disappointment to Thee,-all that keeps me from becoming the strong and noble woman that I long to be.

Take my heart, my King, my gracious Lord, and give me Thine that I, like Thee, may go about doing good and making others happy.  Work so freely in me divine Master, that Thy Presence in me may attract others to follow after Thee and may they find virtue the most engrossing interest in life, and the practice of goodness a source of joy and satisfaction.

Good-bye, my divine and cherished King, I am going out into the world now.  I wonder will anyone feel that I  come from Thee?  That I have been close, quite close to Sanctity?  that I have been speaking to the greatest and tenderest of Friends?  That I have been listening to the kindest and wisest of Counsellors?

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.

St. Lucy Filippini

(13 January 1672 – 25 March 1732)

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.

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.

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).