Well, we shall be the poor fisher women

When the missionary has completed his missionary rounds and retires to the capital of his district, how much peace, how much silence and tranquillity he enjoys! How long he then lingers with the Lord who is there in the Tabernacle of his little church, who is there primarily for him!

Missionary life, to be fecund for good, must be modelled on the Eucharistic life of Jesus in the Holy Tabernacle.

I trust in you, my God, make my life a small instrument in your hands for the salvation of souls.

Father, it is better to suffer like this; it is better to be consumed slowly, insensibly by this great missionary longing rather than enjoy a relative tranquillity, without this fire which never ceases to burn.

Mary will be our sure guide to God, to be able to live our consecration always better for the mission.

To live a simple, unpretentious life, happy to be who we are.

I have repeatedly offered myself to Jesus for all that he wants of me. I feel a great desire for holiness, and I have a clear un-derstanding of my own nothingness

I have found near the Tabernacle the strength I needed. I felt in prayer and surrender to God a new impulse, a deep desire for not leaving a stone unturned.