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Christ welcomes the contrite and willing soul into the heart of the Holy Trinity. "Those who hide in Him shall not be condemned" (Ps 33)

Christ welcomes the contrite and willing soul into the heart of the Holy Trinity. "Those who hide in Him shall not be condemned" (Ps 33)

By little acts of faith, love and sacrifice, a space is prepared within the soul for a renewed out-pouring of grace.

One day, when I renewed my resolution, he came to my soul in silent and solemn reassurance.

In each day of suffering borne for the love of God, the soul becomes a living sacrifice, united to Christ in His offering.

At each moment of renewed thanksgiving, the soul emerges a little further from the carapace of self-will.

I saw how the Holy Angels bow reverently at Christ's presence within the soul, in Holy Communion.

By accepting unavoidable suffering we allow Christ's grace to pour through us to other souls

If a soul is humble, the grace of Christ can pour through that soul to others, as though through gauze, unimpeded.

Christ is always the same, patient and loving, here with His Angels, even within the soul.

A soul which is surrendered to God in faithful prayer and service is like a magnifying lens through which the white-hot love of God is focussed upon a particular place and time on earth.

A soul which is surrendered to God in faithful prayer and service is like a magnifying lens through which the white-hot love of God is focussed upon a particular place and time on earth.

At the baptism, I saw the pure, fervent, fiery joy of the child's guardian angel, who rejoiced at the sight of Divine Life within the child's soul.

I saw that all who are sheltered in my heart are drenched in the love and grace of Christ, through the soul's union with Him.

Christ's own prayer rises up from the soul, when we pray in His name, and pierces Heaven in intercession.

As Christ entered my soul, he held out His hand and He blessed all the dear ones whom I hold up in prayer.

Some hearts are so cluttered with vain desires that Christ's praise cannot stream up to the Father from their souls.

Some hearts are so cluttered with vain desires that Christ's praise cannot stream up to the Father from their souls.

If I open my soul to God, Christ's own beauty does its own work of glory, like a flower opening. His praise streams upwards, unimpeded by myself.

Like a Flower: If I open my soul, Christ's own beauty does its own work of glory; His praise streams upwards, unimpeded by myself.