My
little children, your hearts, are small, but prayer stretches them
and makes them capable of loving God. Through prayer we receive a
foretaste of heaven and something of paradise comes down upon us.
Prayer never leaves us without sweetness. It is honey that flows into
the souls and makes all things sweet. When we pray properly, sorrows
disappear like snow before the sun.
–-
Saint John Mary Vianney
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