There are times when physical lassitude, cold or heat, an
importunate thought, a trial with its sting still fresh, baffles every effort
to fix the mind on the subject of prayer, and concentrates the whole attention
on what for the moment is all-absorbing.
Times harder still to manage, when mind and heart are so
absolutely vacant and callous that there is no rousing them to action.
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This reflection will sometimes be helpful then: What should
I have to say were I in the presence of the one I loved best in the world; with
whom I am quite at my ease; my friend par
excellence; to whom my trials, difficulties, character, the secrets of my
soul are known; that one in whose concerns and welfare I take the deepest
interest; whose plans and views are mine, discussed again and again together;
in whose company time flies and the hour of parting comes too soon – what should
I find to say?
Say it, make an effort to say it to Him Who is in the
tabernacle yonder.
(Mother Mary Loyola from Coram
Sanctissimo)
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