Psalm 146:5-6 Happy are those whose help is in the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord their God, who made heaven and earth, the sea and all that is in them; who keeps faith forever.
“My beloved, do not fret, do not worry. I hold you in the palm of my hand. Do you think that I would abandon a little one who clings to me? Brush away a child with tear-stained cheeks? Do you not know me? The God of all love is close to the broken-hearted. He does not crush the bruised reed but tenderly carries it close to his heart. He protects and preserves it. He covers it with blessings and allows it, like a very small child, to throw its little arms around his neck. He is overjoyed at this and showers the little one with kisses. My children, there is much more to come. All this does not mean there will be no suffering for the faithful. It means that the suffering will be the soul’s triumph, as my crucifixion was my triumph. Cling to me, my children. Come to me through the Flame of Love and I will not be able to resist you. Your victory is near! Rejoice and be glad!”
O my Jesus, so often I act out of fear instead of faith. In the Divine Will I re-do all the acts of cowardice and pour over them the courage of the Holy Spirit. Jesus I trust in you. Give me strength and hope to replace my weakness and fear. I ask these prayers through the Flame of Love of our Immaculate Mama. Amen.