*PSALM 46: 1- 4*
“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells.”
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*PICCARRETA:*
Jan 7: “Be sure that I will never forget you. Never be disturbed; these are storms that go by.”
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*BOH VOL 8 March 15, 1908*
“My daughter, do not want to trouble yourself. You must know that when there is a strong storm in the sea, where the waters are deep the storm is only superficial.
The depths of the sea are in the most perfect calm, the waters remain tranquil, and the fish, when they detect the storm, go to nest where the water is deeper so as to be safer.
So, the whole storm unloads itself where the sea contains very little water, because since there is little water, the storm has the strength to agitate it from top to bottom, and even to transport it elsewhere, to other points of the sea.
So it happens to souls when they are completely filled with God – up to the brim, up to overflowing outside: storms have no strength to upset them even slightly, because there is no strength that can defy God; at the most, they may feel it superficially.
Even more, as the soul detects the storm, she puts the virtues in order, and goes to nest in the inmost depths of God.
So, while externally there seems to be a storm, it is completely false – it is then that the soul enjoys more peace, and rests, tranquil, in the bosom of God, just like the fish in the bosom of the sea
All the opposite for the souls who are empty of God, or contain just a little bit of God: storms agitate them all over; and if they have a little bit of God, they waste it. Nor does it take strong storms to agitate them; the slightest wind is enough to make virtues flee from them.
Even more, holy things themselves, which form a delicious pasture for those former souls who enjoy them to their fill, for these souls, turn into storms. They are knocked about by all the winds; from no side is it ever dead calm for them, because reason demands that where the whole of God is not, the inheritance of peace is far away from them.”
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*PRAYER OF THE DAY:*
“My Jesus, Your Will renders me happy, even in the midst of the greatest storms. May I rise up so high that the storms cannot touch me, though I see them and hear them. The place in which I dwell is not subject to storms, but is always serene, and smiling sun, because my origin is in Heaven, my nobility is divine, my sanctity is in You, my God, in which I am kept by You Yourself; because, jealous of the sanctity of my soul who lives in Your Will, You keep me in Your inmost Heart, and You say: “_Nobody touch her – My Will is untouchable, It is sacred, and all must give honor to My Will‟.”_
Adapted from
*BOH VOL 12 Aug. 6, 1917*