Prayer of Saint Gianna Beretta Molla
Jesus, I promise You to submit myself to all that You permit to befall me,
make me only know Your will.
My most sweet Jesus, infinitely merciful God, most tender Father of souls,
and in a particular way of the most weak, most miserable, most infirm
which You carry with special tenderness between Your divine arms,
I come to You to ask You, through the love and merits of Your Sacred Heart,
the grace to comprehend and to do always Your holy will,
the grace to confide in You,
the grace to rest securely through time and eternity in Your loving divine arms.
Updated to add: I really should know better than to worry my dear friends. I just realized that when one is pregnant one should be careful when asking for prayers because some dear friends immediately fear the worst. This is nothing very serious; just a cross I was having a very hard time bearing and a realization I didn’t have to bear it alone when I have friends to pray with me. I’ve been suffering from terrible insomnia, that’s all; but when combined with the ever-present exhaustion and nausea, it leaves me wrung out and very frustrated. Tired all day and longing for sleep and then tossing and turning all night unable to get any. And having a very hard time praying my way through it. The night before last was the worst yet. (And yet yesterday was actually a very good day. God’s grace does suffice.)
Last night was much, much better. I don’t know if it’s that I skipped my afternoon nap, which was very hard to do; but I thought it might be interfering with my sleep at night. Or perhaps it’s that I decided to see if taking some of my medicines in the morning instead of at night might help. And, of course, I’m sure all your prayers were very helpful as well. I still woke half a dozen times but was able to get back to sleep each time instead of staring at the ceiling.
Anyway, thank you, my dear friends all. Thank you very much for your prayers. They are very much appreciated by this tired mommy.