“Never tire of asking My help.”



“My child, between Me and you are strewn flowers of a great variety.  Many you fail to pick up.  Many you fail to see due to lack of desire.  If you really wish to perceive of My delights, you have to give in to Me, even to the very needs of your body and soul.  Handing them over is not enough but willing only to breathe Me in them, is what really matters.  Pray.  Pray.  Never tire of asking My help.”











 











 

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