2 Sam 7:5 – 7

… Dost thou think to build a house for me to dwell in? House was never mine, since I rescued the sons of Israel from Egypt; still in a tabernacle, a wanderer’s home, I came and went. This way and that the whole race of Israel journeyed, and I with them; now to this tribe, now to that, I gave the leadership of the rest, and never did I reproach any of them for not building me a house of cedar.

Lk 1:73 – 75

He had sworn an oath to our father Abraham, that he would enable us to live without fear in his service, delivered from the hand of our enemies, passing all our days in holiness, and approved in his sight.

In Conversation with God:

After original sin, the soul lost its dominion over the senses and its natural orientation towards the things of God. It was not so in Our Lady: but it is in us. In her, who had been preserved from original sin, all was harmony, as at the beginning of creation. Moreover, she was adorned by the presence, altogether singular and extraordinary, of the Blessed Trinity in her soul.

Mary is always at prayer because she does everything with reference to her Son: when she talks to Jesus she prays for prayer is ‘to talk to God’. She prays each time she looks at Him that is prayer too – to look with faith at Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, truly present in the tabernacle. She prays when she asks him for something or whenever she smiles at him so often! or when she thinks about him. Her life was determined by Jesus, and her thoughts were set permanently on him…

‘ To pray is to talk with God, but about what’ About what? About Him, about yourself; joys, sorrows, successes and failures, noble ambitions, daily worries, weaknesses! And acts of thanksgiving and petitions: and Love and reparation. In a word: to get to know him and to get to know yourself: to get acquainted. 

‘Et in meditatione mea exardescit ignis.’ And in my meditation a fire shall flame out. That is why you go to pray: to become a bonfire, a living flame giving heat and light. So, when you are not able to go on, when you feel that your fire is dying out, if you cannot throw on it sweet-smelling logs, throw on the branches and twigs of short vocal prayers and ejaculations, to keep the bonfire burning. And you will not have wasted your time. 


… i wonder… if another one should have had my place, but i offer all i am…


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