Well, we shall be the poor fisher women

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.

The excavations for the foundations of buildings are filled up with building materials; those of the Works of God must be filled with daily sacrifices accepted and accomplished with love.

The tiny seed was humbly sown and the grace of God made it fruitful.

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!

It is necessary to wake up and establish the missionary feeling in the souls, then the world will change, and each Christian will be an apostle in his turn!

What a terrible sickness this is Father! I ought not to think any more of the missions, of the missionaries. But then I would be really unhappy because I would have destroyed that which is greatest in me, most beautiful in the world; because I would have put off the very scope of my life.

We have truly to wait “with the lamp filled with oil and shining”, because, when we are not expecting it, our Lord will come to lead us to work in His Vineyard.

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