“I was at Mass one morning, and as I was impelled to desire Holy Communion more ardently than usual, I asked this grace of my Jesus with fervor and devotion.  He heard my prayer, for when the priest was communicating, I saw a lovely infant escape from his hands and fly towards me. As Jesus approached me, He became smaller and smaller, and when He reached me, He communicated Himself to me. What mortal tongue can describe my exaltation?” – Venerable Diomira of the Incarnate Word, Poor Clare Capuchin