Make the resolution today to be nothing for creatures, nothing for yourself, and all for God. The great secret of holiness, I repeat to you, is to love, and saints are nothing but chalices of sorrowful love, "fools of faith, beings of light." Another day I will speak to you about the martyrdom of love, that which most crucifies, and obtains the most graces. For now you have enough to entertain yourself at the feet of Jesus. I only tell you that humble souls are the ones who know how to love truly, and are the only ones to receive and communicate the rays of sovereign goodness.
Love, then, but with a love born of humility; we are not holy because we are not humble. Do you love me more than these? Tell him: "This is what I desire, Jesus of my heart, this is what I long for with all the enthusiasm of my humble heart. To love you more than all the angels and saints." To love you, to love you! All the rest is detail, Jesus, images that pass, they are smoke that vanishes, only you, Jesus, Jesus and Mary. I want to enter into your heart, more deeply than the lance, more profoundly than your heartbeats, and live from its warmth and its light, its charity and zeal, its meekness and humility. That wound bleeds, that wound is waiting for me and hopes that I may be the balm that heals the ingratitude of the world and of those who are his own. You, the Jesus who lives and breathes not far away, but right near to me, the one whom I devour with the inmost ardent desire every morning, shall be, from now on, the confidant of my secrets, of my confidences.
You love me, and this electrifies me. You want to be my Father, my guide, my companion, by brother, my friend, my spouse, my everything! O sweet Jesus, look at me! One glance from you, and my heart will be opened to holy growth. Give me your heartbeats, give me your voice, your heart, your tenderness, you compassion!
Possess me, absorb me, transform me, divinize me, simplifying me so that we may be two in one, you in me, I in you!
~Venerable Concepcion Cabrera de Armida (Conchita)
Love, then, but with a love born of humility; we are not holy because we are not humble. Do you love me more than these? Tell him: "This is what I desire, Jesus of my heart, this is what I long for with all the enthusiasm of my humble heart. To love you more than all the angels and saints." To love you, to love you! All the rest is detail, Jesus, images that pass, they are smoke that vanishes, only you, Jesus, Jesus and Mary. I want to enter into your heart, more deeply than the lance, more profoundly than your heartbeats, and live from its warmth and its light, its charity and zeal, its meekness and humility. That wound bleeds, that wound is waiting for me and hopes that I may be the balm that heals the ingratitude of the world and of those who are his own. You, the Jesus who lives and breathes not far away, but right near to me, the one whom I devour with the inmost ardent desire every morning, shall be, from now on, the confidant of my secrets, of my confidences.
You love me, and this electrifies me. You want to be my Father, my guide, my companion, by brother, my friend, my spouse, my everything! O sweet Jesus, look at me! One glance from you, and my heart will be opened to holy growth. Give me your heartbeats, give me your voice, your heart, your tenderness, you compassion!
Possess me, absorb me, transform me, divinize me, simplifying me so that we may be two in one, you in me, I in you!
~Venerable Concepcion Cabrera de Armida (Conchita)
