In heaven there will be no look of indifference,
because all the saints owe so much to one another.
No envious glances will be cast,
because the happiness of each is the happiness of all.
St. Therese of Lisieux, 19th century
St. Therese of Lisieux on Prayer
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St. Therese of Lisieux
On Prayer
The first time I knew her
It was in 1997 ...
What prayer is
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Prayer is, for me, an outburst from the heart; it is a simple glance darted upwards to Heaven; it is a cry of gratitude and of love in the midst of trial as in the midst of joy! In a word, it is something exalted, supernatural, which dilates the soul and unites it to God.
How to pray
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I have not the courage to force myself to seek beautiful prayers in books; not knowing which to choose I act as children do who cannot read; I say quite simply to the good God what I want to tell Him, and He always understands me. As I grew older I loved the good God more and more, and very frequently did I offer Him my heart, using the words my mother had taught me. I strove in all my actions to please Jesus and was most watchful never to offend Him.
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Prayer and Sacrifice
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My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience
Prayer and Sacrifice
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How shall I show my love is proved by deeds? Well - the little child will strew flowers...she will embalm the Divine Throne with their fragrance, will sing with silvery voice the canticle of love. Yes, my Beloved, it is thus that my life's brief day shall be spent before Thee. No other means have I of proving my love than to strew flowers; that is, to let no little sacrifice escape me, not a look, not a word, to avail of the very least actions and do them for Love.
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Prayer and Silence
"But what are you doing?" she asked; "you should try to sleep."
"I cannot, dear Sister, I suffer too much! then I pray..."
"And what do you say to Jesus?"
"I say nothing, I love Him!"
Her last words
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looking at her crucifix: "Oh!...I Love Him!...My GOD, I...LOVE...THEE!!!"
Dryness in prayer
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Sometimes when I find myself, spiritually, in dryness so great that I cannot produce a single good thought, I recite very slowly a Pater or an Ave Maria; these prayers alone console me, they suffice, they nourish my soul. But it is from the Gospels that I find most help in the time of prayer; from them I draw all that I need for my poor soul.
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St. Therese of Lisieux
On Prayer
The first time I knew her
It was in 1997 ...
What prayer is
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Prayer is, for me, an outburst from the heart; it is a simple glance darted upwards to Heaven; it is a cry of gratitude and of love in the midst of trial as in the midst of joy! In a word, it is something exalted, supernatural, which dilates the soul and unites it to God.
How to pray
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I have not the courage to force myself to seek beautiful prayers in books; not knowing which to choose I act as children do who cannot read; I say quite simply to the good God what I want to tell Him, and He always understands me. As I grew older I loved the good God more and more, and very frequently did I offer Him my heart, using the words my mother had taught me. I strove in all my actions to please Jesus and was most watchful never to offend Him.
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Prayer and Sacrifice
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My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience
Prayer and Sacrifice
●
How shall I show my love is proved by deeds? Well - the little child will strew flowers...she will embalm the Divine Throne with their fragrance, will sing with silvery voice the canticle of love. Yes, my Beloved, it is thus that my life's brief day shall be spent before Thee. No other means have I of proving my love than to strew flowers; that is, to let no little sacrifice escape me, not a look, not a word, to avail of the very least actions and do them for Love.
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Prayer and Silence
"But what are you doing?" she asked; "you should try to sleep."
"I cannot, dear Sister, I suffer too much! then I pray..."
"And what do you say to Jesus?"
"I say nothing, I love Him!"
Her last words
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looking at her crucifix: "Oh!...I Love Him!...My GOD, I...LOVE...THEE!!!"
Dryness in prayer
●
Sometimes when I find myself, spiritually, in dryness so great that I cannot produce a single good thought, I recite very slowly a Pater or an Ave Maria; these prayers alone console me, they suffice, they nourish my soul. But it is from the Gospels that I find most help in the time of prayer; from them I draw all that I need for my poor soul.
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