In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
In that first 'fusion' with Jesus (holy communion), it was my Heavenly Mother again who accompanied me to the altar for it was she herself who placed her Jesus into my soul.
He is not far off; He is there, very close. He is looking at us, and He is begging this sorrow, this agony from us. He needs it for souls and for our soul... Alas, it does pain Him to give us sorrows to drink, but He knows this is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself and to become God's ourselves.
What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?
She is more Mother than Queen.