One calls upon this holy abbess to be preserved diabetes and also to find a good lodging when one travels.
Holy Gertrude was the sister of holy Mechtilde. She made all her education at Bénédictines of which she was to become the abbess later.
All her life turned towards the mysteries of Eucharistie and Passion, she devoted all her thoughts, all her acts with Jesus. And God filled her extraordinary graces.
During the long illness which carried out her, at the end of her life, she was favoured visions of the Virgin Mary for whom she had large a devotion. With her death, she saw the Virgin going down towards her to assist her in her last moments and to draw aside the demons which tried to frighten this so beautiful heart.
Ô very merciful Jésus dispenser of all the goods and all the graces, that all that the sky and the ground contain rents you in return of this extreme kindness with which you spread in the heart of your maidservant, holy Gertrude, the abundance of your mercies and your graces. I dare to recall you, Ô Jésus the promise which you made of fulfill always and in all circumstances the requests which would be addressed to you via holy Gertrude. I thus request from you, in the name of your happy maidservant, not to let themselves go sorry, and to grant the salutary effect of my request to me.
Holy Gertrude, refuge assured and source grâces for all those which call upon you, request for us.
Lord, be me always good Pasteur, in spite of my ingratitude, and though I would have very often withdrawn myself from your control, open to me the doors of your kingdom, and made me enter there by your holy wounds. Alas! You are overpowered crueler sufferings, I want to take my share of it. Protect me by your holy passion; because, without your scourging, I would be whipped acute rods of my sins; without your wounds, I then to escape the wounds from the demon, and without your death, I would die in my hardening. Ah! How much my heart could grow rich by all that you suffered for her! But I had misfortune to flee your cross and your passion, and therefore I became so poor. Misfortune with me! Because by fleeing the opprobrium of your cross, as the world calls it, I deserved to be scorned you, of your angels, your saints and all the men. Amen.
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