Pray-Along. Part 18

Mother Teresa prayed this:


Dear Jesus, help me to spread Your fragrance everywhere I go. Flood my soul with Your spirit and life. Penetrate and possess my whole being so utterly that all my life may only be a radiance of Yours.
Shine through me and be so in me that every soul I come in contact with may feel Your presence in my soul.
Let them look up and see no longer me but only Jesus. Stay with me and then I shall begin to shine as You shine, so to shine as to be a light to others; the light, O Jesus, will be all from You; none of it will be mine: it will be You shining on others through me.
Let me thus praise You in the way You love best: by shining on those around me. Let me preach You without preaching, not by words, but by my example, by the catching force, the sympathetic influence of what I do, the evident fullness of the love my heart bears to You. Amen.


From A Diary of Private Prayer by John Baille:


Almighty God, in this hour of quiet, I seek communion with Thee. From the fret and fever of the day's business, from the world's discordant noises, from the praise and blame of men, from the confused thoughts and vain imaginations of my own heart, I would now turn aside and seek the quietness of Your presence. 


All day long I have toiled and striven, but now, in stillness of heart and in the clear light of Your eternity, I will ponder the pattern my life has been weaving.


May there fall upon me now, O God, a great sense of Your power and glory, so that I may see all earthly things in their true measure.






I am content O Father, to leave my life in Your hands, believing that they very hairs on my head are numbered by You. I am content to give over my will to Your control, believing that I can find in You a righteousness that I could never have won for myself. I am content to leave all my dear ones in Your care, believing that Your love for them is greater than my own. I am content to leave in Your hands the causes of truth and justice, and the coming of Thy kingdom in the hearts of men, believing that my ardour for them is but a feeble shadow of Your purpose. To Thee be the glory forever. 




It is well with my soul.


Amen.