Prayer is to our soul what rain is to the soil.
Fertilize the soil ever so richly, it will remain barren unless fed by frequent rains.
Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.
If we really loved the good God,
we should make it our joy and happiness
to come and spend a few moments to adore Him, and
ask Him for the grace of forgiveness;
and we should regard those moments as the happiest of our lives.
Man is a beggar who needs to ask God for everything.
Private prayer is like straw scattered here and there:
If you set it on fire it makes a lot of little flames.
But gather these straws into a bundle and light them,
and you get a mighty fire, rising like a column into the sky;
public prayer is like that.
A Prayer by St. John Vianney
I love You, O my God,
and my only desire is to love You
until the last breath of my life.
I love You, O my infinitely lovable God,
and I would rather die loving You,
than live without loving You.
I love You, Lord
and the only grace I ask is to love You eternally.
My God, if my tongue cannot say in every moment that I love You,
I want my heart to repeat it to You as often as I draw breath.
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