From the Prayer Journal...

I always wished my heart could be like a quiet garden; a sweet place of repose. With all the slander, hate and ugliness thrown at You, I'd wish to make my heart, my soul, a quiet place of rest for You. When I receive the Eucharist and You enter into my heart as a guest (or the returning master) into a home, I'd wish it to please You. I'd wish it to bring balm to Your most Sacred, wounded Heart. I wish to welcome You well.