Jesus' words to St Gemma

"Jesus once said to me: "Do you know, daughter, for what reason I send crosses to souls dear to me? I desire to possess their souls, entirely, and for this I surround them with crosses, and I enclose them in sufferings and tribulation, that they may not escape from my hands; and for this I scatter thorns, that souls may fasten their affections upon no one, but find all con*tent in Me alone. My daughter, if you do not feel the cross it cannot be called a cross. Be sure that under the cross you will not be lost. The demon has no strength against those souls who for My love groan under the cross. 0 My daughter, how many would have abandoned Me if they had not been crucified. The cross is a gift too precious, and from it come many virtues."
I prayed then to Jesus that He would not concede to me any grace except that of loving Him very much, and Jesus said: "Oh soul dear to me, if you truly love Me, behold My chalice; you can drink it to the last drop. On this chalice I have placed My lips, and I want you to drink it." I told Jesus to do with me as He would. And then He said to me: "I have sent this cross to you, you do not appreciate it; rather it is contrary to your desire, but the more it is contrary, the more it is like Mine. Would it not seem to you a dreadful thing to see a father in the midst of sorrow and the children enjoying them*selves? When I shall be your Spouse of blood, I will come to you, but crucified; show your love to me as I have shown it toward you, and do you know how? By suffering, pains, and crosses without number. You ought, therefore, to consider yourself honored, if I lead you on paths hard and painful; if I permit that you be tormented by the demon, that the world despise you, that persons most dear to you afflict you, and with daily martyrdom, I permit your soul to be purified and tested. And you, daughter, think only of practicing great virtue; run in the path of the Divine Will, humbled, assured, that if I hold you to the cross, I love you."

Prayer to Our Lady

"prayer to the Queen of Heaven in thanksgiving for my Total Consecration to Jesus through Mary, on June 27th, 2009"

I. Mother, this day is a secret.
See how well I hide it.

I walk through these streets,
see how ordinary I look.

People pass me by,
they do not suspect...the world does not know.

sun turns to twilight, the clock ticks,
with every step I come closer.

only a little further...
there is the steeple, the cross...
the familiar little church.
There is my Love hidden.

Do you hear my heart beating?
there You wait for me,
ready to take my heart.
O You have captured me!

I open the door...

II. O Mother, dare I say these words.
You see all the Angels listen.
the court of Heaven is silent.
I have only but a moment,
I dare not hesitate.

O Holy Angels, help me!
The Queen of Heaven is my Mother
and I come poor, dressed in rags.
how poor is my heart.

My Jesus, does this please You?
Oh, tell me, please speak!

III. lovely Lady,
I see your beauty and I'm speechless.
I see your purity and I'm dust.
You have a crown of stars like diamonds,
and the moon is under your feet.

O cover me with your mantle
Your Heart is radiant,
let all darkness flee.

see how fearful I am.
The enemy of my soul pursues me
he is almost at the door,
he taunts me with my sin.

this day is like no other,
and I have no courage.
Let me only say your name,
and I will live.

Oh Mary, Mary!
How lovely is your name,
I will spell it out with jewels,
I will sing it with the Angels.

You fill my heart with joy.

IV. Blessed Mother, receive these roses,
formed in the depths of my heart.
each rose, a Hail Mary.
Fervently I prayed them,
to proclaim you Blessed.

they are not like the roses of the Saints.
their fragrance less heavenly,
their colours less brilliant,
and they barely resemble roses at all.

they grew in a dark valley,
far from the sun.

I carried them here with the utmost care,
yet - how I wish to give you a greater gift!

V. Oh Mary, what sweetness!
raise me from the ground,
hold me trembling to your heart,
speak tenderly to me.

I look into your eyes,
and forget the things of earth.

Jesus,
Your love is my priceless treasure, my bliss.

Kind, gentle Mother,
how long must I wait?

St Teresa of Avila

Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you.
All things pass away;
God is unchanging.
Patience obtains everything
Whoever possesses God,
Wants for nothing;
God alone suffices.

Christ has no body on earth now but yours;
no hands but yours;
no feet but yours.

Yours are the eyes through which
the compassion of Christ must look out on the world.
Yours are the feet with which He is to go about doing good.
Yours are the hands with which He is to bless His people.