Monday, March 31, 2008

Jesus, I cannot fathom the depths bold desires. My excuse is that I am a child... But how will she prove her love since love is proved by works? Well, the little child will strew flowers...not allowing one little sacrifice to escape, not one look, not one word, profiting by all the smallest things and doing them through love. ...I shall sing, for could one cry while doing such a joyous action? I shall sing even when I must gather my flowers in the midst of thorns...

St. Therese
SS 192

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Are my measureless desires only but a dream, a folly? Ah! if this be so, Jesus, then enlighten me, for you know I am seeking only the truth. If my desires are rash, then make them disappear...

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of A Soul p 197

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Prophetic Words

I would like to enlighten souls as did the Prophets and the Doctors. I have the vocation of the Apostle. I would like to travel over the whole earth to preach Your Name...But O my Beloved, one mission alone would not be sufficient for me, I would want to preach the gospel on all the five continents...I would be a missionary, not for a few years only but from the beginning of creation until the consummation of the ages.

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of a Soul p 192-3

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

The science of love, ah yes, this word resounds sweetly in the ear of my soul, and I desire only this science. ...I understand so well that is is only love which makes us acceptable to God and this love is my only ambition. Jesus deigned to show me the road that leads to the Divine Furnace, and this road is the surrender of the little child who sleeps without fear in its Father's arms.

St. Therese
Story of a Soul pp 187-188

Monday, March 24, 2008

Because I was little and weak, He lowered Himself to me, He instructed me secretly in the things of His love.

St. Therese
Story of a Soul p 105

Sunday, March 23, 2008


Friday, March 21, 2008

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I am only a child, powerless and weak, and yet it is my weakness that gives me the boldness of offering myself as VICTIM of Your Love, O Jesus!, a weak and imperfect creature. Is not this choice worthy of Love? Yes, in order that Love be fully satisfied, it is necessary that It lower Itself, and that It lower Itself to nothingness and transform this nothingness into fire.

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of a Soul 195

Monday, March 17, 2008

How sweet is the way of love. True, one can fall or commit infidelities, but, knowing how to draw profit from everything, love quickly consumes everything that can be displeasing to Jesus; it leaves nothing but a humble and profound peace in the depths of the heart.

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of a Soul 179

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Jesus...has no need of our works but only of our love,...He did not fear to beg for a little water from the Samaritan woman. He was thirsty. But when He said:"Give me to drink," it was the love of His poor creature the creator of the universe was seeking. He was thirsty for love.

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of a Soul 189

Friday, March 14, 2008

There is in the community a sister who has the faculty of displeasing me in everything...for this Sister who gave me so many struggles, I took care to render her all the services possible...(including) my most friendly smile...One day at recreation she asked: " ...what attracts you so much toward me, every time you look at me I see you smile?" Ah! What attracted me was Jesus hidden in the depths of her soul...

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of a Soul pp 222/223

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I should desolate for having slept (for seven years) during my hours of prayer and my thanksgiving after Holy Communion; well, I am not desolate. I remember that little children are as pleasing to their parents when they are asleep as well as when they are wide awake...I remember that:"The Lord knows our weakness, that He is mindful that we are but dust and ashes." [ed: I believe this quote is from Psalm 103]

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of a Soul p 165

Monday, March 10, 2008

Just as a torrent, throwing itself impetuously into the ocean, drags after it everything it encounters in its passage, in the same way, O Jesus, the soul who plunges into the shoreless ocean of Your Love, draws with it all the treasures it possesses.

St. Therese
Story of a Soul p 254

Friday, March 7, 2008

Your little bird...wants to be fascinated by Your divine glance. It wants to become the prey of your love. One day I hope will plunge it for all eternity into the burning Abyss of this Love to which it has offered itself as a victim.

St. Therese of Lisieux

Thursday, March 6, 2008

These words of Isaiah...There is not beauty in Him, no comeliness etc.,"...(are)the whole foundation of my devotion to the Holy Face, or to express it better, the foundation of all my piety. I, too, have desired to be without beauty, alone in treading the winepress, unknown to everyone.

St. Therese of Lisieux

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

The little flower transplanted to Mount Carmel was to expand under the shadow of the cross. The tears and blood of Jesus were to be her dew, and her Sun was His adorable face veiled with tears.

St. Therese of Lisieux
Story of a Soul p 151
(the picture is actually a flower on mt. carmel)

Monday, March 3, 2008

Humility does not disturb or disquiet or agitate, however great it may be; it comes with peace, delight, and calm. . . . The pain of genuine humility doesn’t agitate or afflict the soul; rather, this humility expands it and enables it to serve God more.

—Saint Teresa of Avila, The Way of Perfection, 39:1-2

Sunday, March 2, 2008

A hermit had a gift from God to cast out evil spirits.
One time he asked to learn what they feared most and what compelled them to flee.

“Perhaps it is fasting?” he asked one of them.
“We,” the evil spirit replied, “neither ever eat nor ever drink.”

“Sleepless vigils, then?”
“We do not sleep at all.”

“Flight from the world?”
“Supposedly an important thing. But we spend the greater part of our time wandering around the deserts.”

“I implore you to confess what it is that can subdue you,” insisted the elder.
The evil spirit, compelled by a supernatural force, was pressed to answer: “Humility—which we can never overcome.”

from The Ancient Fathers of the Desert: Section 1

V. Rev. Chrysostomos, trans.

(hat tip: Elizabeth Foss at her Real Learning site)