Mother Julienne du Rosaire was not a biological mother but a Dominican nun, and thus, I suspect, the mother of many saints, especially considering the following prayer that she composed.
As the mother of small children, I rarely have enough mental and spiritual energy to read it all the way through, but a paragraph taken here or there helps refocus whatever energy I have.
Jesus, I give you my heart so that you may replace it with your heart and so that I may thus love God our Father as you do, love my brothers [and sisters] as you do.
May it be no longer I who live, but rather you; I who pray, I who adore, but rather you; may it be no longer I who work, but rather you; I who suffer, but rather you. May it be no longer I who love, but rather you.
May your gaze transform my eyes so that I may look upon all people as you would, with kindness and benevolence.
May your light full my mind and may it radiate through me and enlighten those whom I meet.
May your love set my heart ablaze and move through my words and gestures, filling all with your meekness, your goodness, your humility, your tenderness.
May my life be an incessant prayer of praise of adoration and if love to God, our Father, through a sincere “yes” to his will at at every moment.
Taken from a prayer card published by Les Dominicaines Missionnaires Adoratrices.
Oooh! A friend taught me to say “Jesus, give me your heart in place of mine,” and this is probably the source.
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Could be! I think it is a fairly old trope. One of my favourite prayers, short but sweet, is “Make my heart like unto Thine,” and I have no idea where I got that from!
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