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Even in weakness we can place ourselves close to Christ in spirit, as He prays for us at Mass

Even in our weakness the small prayer we offer with Christ is glorious and powerful

The small prayer rising from me and from Christ is glorious and gigantic.

I saw that Christ's prayer, rising from my weariness, is gigantic and glorious.

Christ explained one day that it is because of our weakness that He comes to us.

It was a glimpse of true freedom, that one could be weak and ill-clothed, yet content to accept Christ's Will.

It is by humility that we can learn to hide with our wounds beside Jesus the crucified. He shares our weakness.

A sparkling white veil seemed to cover all my faults, and He carried me, in prayer, to the Father.

Just as a broken design (on a gold plate) can be repaired by an added substance, so our prayer is made perfect by its union with Christ's prayer.

We can glide beneath the waters, untroubled by surface storms, if we pray with confidence, even in our weakness.

As I kneel in prayer, in all my weakness, like a beggar in rags before Christ: He loves me! He loves me with warmth and affection!

When we come to prayer, aware of our weakness, Jesus comes to the soul in glory, admiring our humility and trust.

We serve Christ through all our daily duties, especially through love of neighbour and times of prayer and worship.

If I appear to be useless, Christ loves me in my weakness. All He wants is my willing heart.

If I appear to be useless, Christ loves me in my weakness. All He wants is my willing heart.

One Palm Sunday I saw within my soul Our Lord's terrible cry from the cross. We who are weak can be certain that He has shared our weakness, though not our sinfulness.

Christ proved His humility in the weakness and frailty He accepted as He suffered for the sins of all generations.

What a bonfire of grace, when we uncover and place before Christ all our faults and weaknesses.

By every confession, before Christ, of a true weakness, we draw aside yet another of the veils which hide Him.

Every frank confession of real weakness causes more grace to flow through us, like water from a pool when obstacles are removed.