faith
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In the center of my being my heart is open to You, my Lord and my God. I desire to keep the flame burning with the precious oil of prayer, that never ceases. Your Most Precious Heart is pure love that was pierced for me. In the silence of my heart, I offer You my…
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“Come to Him,” three simple words that stood out to me. I was at Sunday Mass, and these words were in the scripture reading. They struck my attention and moved my heart. I have found myself struggling over the last several weeks. I had pulled ligaments in my lower back and it took four weeks…
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Love is the cross, and the cross is love. St. Therese of Lisieux I walk with Jesus, we are on a dry, dusty road that stretches for miles. I can not see anything in the distance. I walk next to Jesus, with the same pace; slow and steady, with the same breath; deep and clear,…
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Bittersweet, that is how my heart feels. There is a part that suffers and there is a part that feels joy. In my silent suffering, I pray to God. In my joy, I pray to God. In my sorrows and in my joys, He is with me. He knows me to the very depths of…