Thought n° 188 Monday 7 July The enemy is very strong and all things considered it seems that victory must smile on him. Alas! Who is to save me from the hands of so strong and powerful an enemy who allows me not a moment’s freedom day or night? Is it possible that the Lord…
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Thought n° 187 Sunday 6 July Make a particular effort to practise sweetness and submission to the will of God, not only in extraordinary matters, but even in the little things that occur daily. Make these acts not only in the morning, but also during the day and in the evening, with a tranquil and…
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Thought n° 186 Saturday 5 July The most beautiful credo is the one that bursts forth from your lips in darkness, in sacrifice, in pain, in the supreme effort of an unbending will for good; this is what dispels, like a flash of lightning, the gloom of your soul, it is what leads you to…
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Thought n° 185 Friday 4 July A lively faith, blind belief and complete adherence to the authorities constituted by God over you; this is the light that illuminated the steps of the people of God in the desert, and this is the light that always shines in the tip of those souls who are acceptable…
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Thought n° 184 Thursday 3 July I bless God with all my heart who made me meet truly good souls. I also told these souls that they are God’s vineyard. The water-supply is faith; the tower is hope; the wine-press is holy charity, and the hedge is the law of God that separates them from…
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Thought n° 183 Wednesday 2 July Give me and preserve in me that ardent faith which makes me believe and work for Your love alone. This is the first gift I present to You and, prostrate at Your feet, together with the holy Magi, I declare, with no human respect for the whole world, that…
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Thought n° 181 Monday 30 June My Jesus, save everyone; I offer myself as a victim for everyone; strengthen me, take my heart, fill it with Your love and then command me to do whatever You want. Padre Pio
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Thought n° 179 Saturday 28 June I end here because the bell is calling me and urging me. I am going to the wine-press of the Church, to the holy altar where the sacred blood of that delicious and singular grape, with which only a fortunate few are allowed to inebriate themselves, drips continually. There…