Thursday, February 21, 2013

Lent with St. Faustina, Day 8

 I tremble to think that I have to give an account of my tongue. There is life, but there is also death in the tongue. Sometimes we kill with the tongue: we commit real murders. And we are still to regard that as a small thing? (119)


From Diary of St. Faustina: Divine Mercy in My Soul

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