A thought
of Saint Faustina
Oh, if only the suffering soul know how it is loved by
God, it would die of joy and excess of happiness! Some day,
we will know the value of suffering, but then we will no longer
be able to suffer. The present moment is ours.
PRAYER
Jesus, do not leave me alone in suffering. You know, Lord how
weak I am. I am an abyss of wretchedness, I am nothingness itself;
so what will be so strange if You leave me alone and I fall?
I am an infant Lord, so I cannot get along by myself. However,
beyond all abandonment I trust, and in spite of my own feeling
I trust, and I am being completely transformed into trust –
often in spite of what I feel. Do not lessen any of my sufferings,
only give me strength to bear them. Do with me as You please,
Lord, do not lessen my cup of bitterness, only give me strength
that I may be able to drink it all.
