I am but a weak and helpless child, yet it is my very weakness which makes me dare to offer myself, O Jesus, as victim to Thy Love. - Thérèse of Lisieux

For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.

Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.

But above all I imitate Mary Magdalene’s behavior, her surprising — or rather her loving — audaciousness that charmed Jesus’ Heart and captivates mine [Lk. 7:36–38]. Yes, I feel it. Even when I might have on my conscience all the sins that can be committed, I would go with a heart broken with repentance to throw myself into Jesus’ arms, because I know how much He cherishes the prodigal who comes back to Him [Lk. 15:20–24]. It’s not because God, in His kind mercy, has preserved my soul from mortal sin that I rise and go to Him in confidence and love.