For my wickedness, I have deserved all the evil I have suffered. No, truth be told, I have deserved a world more. But here is a righteous man, doing no evil, gracious to God in all his affairs, and compassionate to all men that he meets, yet given as his portion a suffering so much greater than mine. As bitter as this sorrow is, still infinetely more bitter is the cruelty of my own way; that I am so little able to comfort him, and instead take a perverse pleasure in his agony, because, my heart says, it came from the hand of God. How sick! How ruinous! How worthy of all hell's torment am I, who crushes even those who are broken by the Lord! And yet, I would beg that by some token, I might give relief to this righteous man's suffering. And here it is: kiss the cross, and this will give some small relief.

Deo Gratis. Mary, Ora Pro Nobis. 4-11-13