This is why such a soul experiences excessive sadness and despair soon as signs of its own lack of integrity show up, with the consequence that it immediately feels unacceptable to God.  That’s why a sick soul is always hiding the truth from itself, the mechanism for which is endless self-justification. And why the correction of such a soul is always taken as rejection.
On Helping Souls That Are Being Tried
Do not lose your serenity on account of those who are being tried.  Pray for them; offer the sufferings of My Passion and some acts of self-denial, some self-imposed sufferings for them.”
Jesus to Sister Mary of the Holy Trinity
When souls are being tried, what they need from you is deeper love of Me—so that, through you, I may give them the grace they need.  So you see, you need your serenity even more at such times.  Do not try to buy peace for souls by losing your own!  Offer up your act of self-denial at such times, so that the soul who is suffering may get the grace to accept in joy what she cannot change—through your free offering of love.  You will see more and more how you are all instruments in the communication of My Love, for one another as for yourselves.  The more you will understand that, the more you will love one another.
On Feeling Unloved
Only the realization that I love you now, I, Jesus, who know all your misery, all your sins, the failure of your whole life, only the knowledge that I Who know how underserving you are of anyone‘s love, yet love you nevertheless with the Love of God Himself, can take away the pain and anxiety of feeling unloved by so many persons, and not undeservedly.
 The Age of St. Bernard’s is not like Ours.
St. Bernard, commenting on the Canticle (Song of Songs)

"Or perhaps, drawn away and seduced by his own concupiscence, he is still being dangerously tempted. Such a soul as this does not need a Bridegroom but a Physician, and for this reason receives, not kisses or caresses, surely, but only remedies for wounds in oil and ointments."

Yes, Bernard, in your time this was true — for the time had not yet come to force men willy-nilly from the highways and byways to the wedding feast. Men were still strong and able to overcome concupiscence with a help of the Physician less than the Kiss of His Mouth, less than the embrace of His intimacy. But now we are as children, impatient as we are weak, and needing, therefore, to be fondled and kissed by the Mother and her spouse, by Mary and Jesus.  0 Bernard, those of your age, who could help yourselves, needed the Physician only to supply the ointments of which you speak. But we need the Kiss of this Bridegroom who condescends to the weakness of little ones, like this little one who is too weak to help himself and therefore cries out:
"Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth, for thy breasts are better than wine.  For my justification now is not that I am healed by the ointments of the Physician, but that I am in the arms of His Mother, that it is her purity that makes me worthy of His embrace, not my virtue."
If Something Is Painful
It seems I always assume that if something is painful, it is evil and to be avoided. Then, when I am suffering, I begin to think, and I do not rest until I have discovered some truth which I hope will remove the pain. But I do not think I do this only because I want to avoid suffering: it is rather that I look upon suffering as a sign that I am wrong somehow, that God is displeased with me, and therefore something in me must be changed.

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Ask of Me What I Ask of You

The more I beg of you, the more I want you to beg of Me.
To say to you, “Give Me,” is also to say, “Ask Me first.”
For who knows your poverty better than I, and who wishes to provide for you more when implored? If you cannot give Me what I ask of you, you can always ask Me to give it to you Myself.
Ask Me, then, for all that I ask of you, both personally and apostolically.
This is the first response you are to make to my “appeal” of love.
If you want irresistibly to touch my Heart, address to Me this “appeal” that I address to you, by availing yourself of my own words turned into prayer, thus: 
“Most loving and beloved Spouse, in accordance with your desires, make me, make us true co-redemptive spouses. Make me, make us fully consecrated hosts.” 
This, in the form of tireless, trusting and adoring supplications passing through the maternal and virginal Heart of the Co-Redemptive Virgin.
Know that love always entails giving and asking. For isn’t asking for something really saying: “Give me the means, with your gifts, that in turn will let me give You more.”
Thus every petition for love is a gift of love.
The most demanding petitions therefore are the most precious of my gifts as Savior and Spouse. My love would not keep making these petitions if it were not so affectionate and giving.
Would that you would give Me, in the same way, as your first gift, this spirit of humble, trusting petition, filled with humble and confident dependence.
Thus, gift for gift, petition for petition, an exchange of love making our contact ever stronger.
Taking all from my Heart in order to bring all back to It.  Yes, taking is the great act of prayer and petition: taking at the source of infinite Charity.  And taking from my Heart is not a particularly specific function to the consecrated, e.g., one of their choice offices, not even of the hour of prayer, but a function of every hour.
Besides, for my consecrated ones every hour should be prayer;  prayer prayed or prayer lived. 

What can gush forth from this spring/furnace that is my Heart if not a shower of fiery sparks?  But in order to draw from it, you must first be thirsty, a burning thirst to quench my own thirst for love, and thus to respond to all my wishes, to all my merciful wants.
To be able to draw, able to quench one’s thirst, you need to be free and broadly fit. And for that it is absolutely necessary to pour oneself out in total offering, an offering that pours out everything, in full and in detail, to the bottom, to the brim, to the last drop.
Pour out handfuls so as to draw in handfuls.  Draw in handfuls using two hands, seeking, taking nothing from the creature, not so much as a taste of anything created.
Draw handfuls by detaching from anything created, and by unshakeable trust. Draw continually from each other’s heart the life of mutual love, the admirable exchange of intimacy.  O admirabile commercium![1]
And to draw with ever broader hands, implore the intercession of Mary’s maternal hands. And then above all, with ardent apostolic charity, don’t forget to do the same for all souls. Draw so as to make all things redound to the Glory of my Father.
“Which among you who has a friend and will go to him in the middle of the night and say to him, ‘Friend, lend me three loaves. . . .’   I say the same to you:  Ask and you shall receive.”[2]
Do you not hear this word of my Evangelist resonate in the very depths of your hearts, words that I would have souls hear at this moment most particularly?
Am I not the Friend par excellence? Who desires, Who waits for you to come and find Him. . . . Doesn’t my Heart always heed all cries for help from those who are Mine?
The help is in proportion to the appeal. Help all the more responsive and generous as the appeal is confident, humble and persevering.
Keep in mind the merciful teaching that my Heart loves repeating to you: 
The first response you are to make to all my appeals:  The “be Me” of infinite Goodness, is a “make me.” 
“Make me, You Yourself, Jesus, all that You want me to be.”
This humble, confident, supplicating, persistent prayer is to Me a very sweet little “co-redemptive assist” which is all that is possible for you, poor miserable little nothings that you are!
The Fiat in the act of appealing is no less dear and agreeable to my Heart than the Fiat in the act of receiving: the two actions of love and union.
How I love the little prayer appealing for help that I Myself have inspired in you. Address it to my Heart as often as possible, never forgetting that my Heart is as inexhaustible as it is insatiable.
            I am the great Beggar for love!
Learn to recognize in everything that my Will asks an appeal for help from my Heart to your poor little hearts.  Mutual appeals for help therefore!
[1] O wondrous exchange!
[2] Lk 11:5, 9