Love for Others
From Story of a Soul
On the day of my conversion Charity entered into my heart and with it a yearning to forget self always; thenceforward I was happy.
I feel that when I am charitable it is Jesus alone who acts in me; the more I am united to Him the more do I love all my Sisters.
True Charity consists in bearing with all the defects of our neighbour, in not being surprised at his failings, and in being edified by his least virtues; Charity must not remain shut up in the depths of the heart, for no man lighteth a candle and putteth it under a bushel, but upon a candlestick, that it may shine to all that are in the house. (Cf. Matthew 5:15). It seems to me that this candle represents the Charity which ought to enlighten and make joyful, not only those who are dearest to me, but all who are in the house.
A word, a kindly smile, will often suffice to gladden a wounded and sorrowful heart.
If heavenly grace and true charity come in, there shall be no envy or narrowness of heart, nor shall self-love keep its hold. For divine charity overcomes all, and dilates all the powers of the soul.
Prayer
From Story of a Soul
Sometimes when I am in such a state of spiritual dryness that not a single good thought occurs to me, I say very slowly the “Our Father,” or the “Hail Mary,” and these prayers suffice to take me out of myself.
I take refuge, then, in prayer, and turn to Mary, and our Lord always triumphs.
My strength lies in prayer and sacrifice; they are invincible weapons, and touch hearts more surely than words can do, as I have learned by experience.
We often think we receive graces and are divinely illuminated by means of brilliant candles. But from whence comes their light? From prayers, perhaps, of some humble, hidden soul, whose inward shining is not apparent to human eyes.
In a word, prayer is something noble, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites it to God.
For me, prayer is a burst from my heart, it is a simple glance thrown toward heaven, a cry of thanksgiving and love in times of trial as well as in times of joy.
Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.
Let us not grow tired of prayer: confidence works miracles.
The power of prayer has been understood by all the saints, and especially, perhaps, by those who have illumined the world with the light of Christ’s teaching.
My strength lies in prayer and sacrifice; they are invincible weapons, and touch hearts more surely than words can do, as I have learned by experience.
Our fulcrum is God: our lever, prayer; prayer which burns with love. With that we can lift the world!
Counsels and Reminiscences
How often have I thought that I may owe all the graces I’ve received to the prayers of a person who begged them from God for me, and whom I shall know only in heaven.
Faith
From Story of a Soul
Jesus works miracles for His dearest friends only after He has tested their faith. He let Lazarus die, even though Martha and Mary sent word that he was sick. But after the trial, what rewards! Lazarus rises from the dead.
It is good to serve God in darkness and trial! We have only this life to live by faith.
It is true I am not always faithful, but I never lose courage. I leave myself in the Arms of Our Lord.
We must abandon the future into the hands of God.
Jesus Christ alone is singularly to be loved, who alone is found good and faithful above all friends.
Jesus may hide himself, but we know He is there.
No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.
Even if the fire of love seemed to have gone out, I would keep on throwing fuel in it and Jesus would take care to light it up again.
Hope
Story of a Soul
I’m not relying on my own merits, as I have none, but I put my hope in Him who is goodness and holiness Himself.
To limit your desires and your hopes is to misunderstand God’s infinite goodness!
We can never have too much confidence in the good God… As we hope in Him so shall we receive.
I am certain that even if I had on my conscience every imaginable crime, I should lose nothing of my confidence; rather I would hurry, with a heart broken with sorrow, to throw myself into the Arms of my Jesus.
This, then, is what I think about the Justice of God; my own way is all confidence and love, and I cannot understand those souls who are afraid of so affectionate a Friend.
Time is but a shadow, a dream; already God sees us in glory and takes joy in our eternal beatitude. How this thought helps my soul! I understand then why He lets us suffer