Humiliation
is my daily food. I understand that the bride must herself share in
everything that is the groom's; and so His cloak of mockery must cover
me, too. At those times when I suffer much, I try to remain silent, as I
do not trust my tongue which, at such moments, is inclined to talk for
itself, while its duty is to help me praise God for all the blessings
and gifts which He has given me.
When
I receive Jesus in Holy Communion, I ask Him fervently to deign to heal
my tongue so that I would offend neither God nor neighbor by it. I
want my tongue to praise God without cease. Great are the faults
committed by the tongue. The soul will not attain sanctity if it does
not keep watch over its tongue.
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| Polski: Fotografia św. Faustyny Kowalskiej (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
St. Faustina
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