What's your Twig?
What's your Twig?
My daughter, all your miseries have been consumed in the flame of My love, like a little twig thrown into a roaring fire. By humbling yourself in this way, you draw upon yourself and upon other souls an entire sea of My mercy. (Diary 178).
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Turn to any page of St. Faustina's Diary and you'll find spiritual gems. Like this one:Let every soul remember these words: 'And being in anguish, He prayed longer.' I always prolong such prayer as much as is in my power and in conformity with my duty. (872)
Turn to any page of St. Faustina's Diary, and you'll find spiritual gems. Like this one:The radio is always playing in the afternoon, so I feel the loss of silence. All morning long, there is ceaseless talk and noise. My God, I was looking forward to being in silence, happy that I should be talking only with the Lord. (837)
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