We learn about the great physical suffering of St. Elizabeth of the Trinity in the final three weeks of her life as she lost her senses of taste and smell and experienced acute inflammation.
I was suffering a lot, I was thinking that soon perhaps earth would no longer be for me, for truly my poor body is very sick, and I said to myself: "You are the happy one."
St. Elizabeth of the Trinity writes to a special friend on the first Sunday of October, playing matchmaker barely one month before her death. Are we surprised?
Two days before her death, she said to me once when we were alone: "My child, the hour of my death has come."
"I wouldn’t hesitate to answer, ‘My God, I want to die at eighty, for I’m not seeking my own glory but simply Your pleasure’."
Padre Juan, cheer up, trust in God and remember the deeds we did and the labors we endured in the beginnings of this religious life
When the Blessed Sacrament was brought into her cell, the Holy Mother raised herself without anyone’s help
As he lay dying, Hermann Cohen intoned the Salve Regina
Don't tell me that, Father. Tell me my sins!
"I'm leaving this world" says Saint John of the Cross as he receives Viaticum