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?
This should be the attitude of every soul that enters into its interior courts to contemplate its God... it “falls down in a faint” in a divine swoon before this all-powerful Love
O Consuming Fire, Spirit of Love, descend into my soul and make all in me as an incarnation of the Word
What does it matter to the soul... whether it feels or does not feel, whether it is in darkness or light, whether it enjoys or does not enjoy.
The soul that still keeps something for self in its “inner kingdom”, whose powers are not “enclosed” in God, cannot be a perfect praise of glory
“It is by virtue of this immense love” that we are drawn into the depths of the “intimate sanctuary” where God “imprints on us a true image of His majesty.”
A praise of glory is a soul of silence that remains like a lyre under the mysterious touch of the Holy Spirit
In the minds of young Christian idealists like Elizabeth, the idea of martyrdom could resurface from time to time
How all the saints remain in the shadows when we look at the Blessed Virgin’s light!