05/10/2026
My prayer had been heard. In Rome, Jesus pierced His little plaything, anxious, no doubt, to see what it contained. Then, satisfied with what He found. He let the ball drop and went to sleep. What was He doing throughout His sweet slumber, and what became of the toy He cast aside? Jesus dreamed that He was still at play; that He took up the ball, or throw it down, or else rolled it far away; but that finally He pressed it to His heart and never again allowed it to slip from His hand. You can imagine, dear Mother, the desolation of the little ball as it lay neglected on the ground! Yet it continued to hope against hope.