God is everything and everything is in His hands

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!

The ardent desire for missionary life was nevertheless fixed in my mind and was tormenting me day and night. M. Igilda

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

Let us keep always in our mind the vision of this great Opera that we, so small and unworthy, are waiting for and let us work in such a way that the waiting may help us to become more and more holy.

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.

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 tried to sacrifice every desire of mine, any little satisfaction, in order to keep company with the missionaries in the hardships of their apostolic life. To suffer for them, to suffer with them. M. Igilda  

Missionary! A mysterious word which had the magical power of dispelling every uncertainty, of awakening better hopes.