December 12th, 2025

Our Lady of Guadalupe, today, to us:

Hear and let it penetrate your heart, my dear little one:
Let nothing discourage you, nothing depress you. 
Let nothing alter your heart or your countenance.
Am I not here who am your Mother?
Are you not under my shadow and protection?
Am I not your fountain of life?
Are you not in the folds of my mantle?
In the crossing of my arms?
Is there anything else that you need?
Do not fear any illness or vexation, anxiety or pain.

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And there is more. I usually don't quote these words, but Our Lady, as we can see from the picture above, has more to say and more to do, as she did that day (that is today) on Tepayac. . . She says too:

Do not be afflicted by the illness (of your uncle) who will not die now of it. Be assured that he is now cured . . . 

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On this day of Our Lady's finding us, of her words of love, of her roses, of her image on the tilma, and of her obtaining the miraculous healing Juan had despaired of regarding one (his uncle) whom he would nonetheless go to the ends of the earth for - if only Our Lady didn't get in his way! - today on this day, let us pour out our hearts to her, our dearest Mother. Let us gaze upon her face, let us ponder her words of love for us, let us revel in her roses, and let us turn to her to obtain the healing of all those who have been commended to our prayers and all those we love, especially those for whom we've been praying so long that we have despaired of their healing . . . Let us look at Juanito Dieguito, the littlest one who didn't even think to ask for his uncle's healing, and yet she, his most loving Mother and ours, gave it at the very moment he was trying to avoid her! How much more does she long to obtain for us these miraculous cures of those whose illnesses we have grown accustomed to, although we continue to go to the ends of the earth in search of what is needed (a priest, a cure, some comfort).

Our Lady of Guadalupe, sweetest Mother of our hearts, pray for us and obtain for us every needed grace and healing, for ourselves and those we love!

From Servant of God Archbishop Luis Martinez:

Do we remember the first word that the Blessed Virgin pronounced on the summit of the Hill? It was a word of love, a word of incomparable predilection: "My son, Juan Diego, whom I love tenderly as a delicate little one." 

The Virgin did not just speak that word then, but she continues to speak it and will speak it until the end of time. It is necessary to repeat it: we are Juan Diego. He is not only the poor, unfortunate individual who looked at the hill filled with light, who contemplated the heavenly face of Mary, who heard her maternal and most sweet word as music from the heavens. We are Juan Diego. He is four centuries [now five] old. He will live until the end of time. And to the immortal Juan Diego our Lady says, "My son whom I love tenderly as a delicate little one."

Do we feel the exquisite sweetness, the heavenly softness of that word of love? When our Lady came to our soul, when she took possession, so to speak, of our people - which is her people - when she adopted our race, the first word that sprang from her most sweet heart, we should not forget. It was a word of love: "My son whom I love."

The love of the Holy Virgin was not fleeting. It is not like the affections of our fickle hearts, which change, fade, and suffer eclipses. No, the love of the Virgin is like the love of God. What Mary loved she continues to love, and now that word has a pulsating and divine timeliness. If at this moment we were to hear with our mortal ears that the Blessed Virgin was saying to us from her throne, "My little children, whom I love tenderly as little and delicate ones," these words would have no greater reality, no greater force, no greater sweetness than those spoken four centuries ago. The divine conquers time because the divine is not subject to the changes of the centuries. And through the centuries we receive the loving word in the depths of our heart.

We have undoubtedly thought it in the depths of our souls. Mary loves us! She loves us like delicate little children! Can we dream of a greater happiness? Ah, let other peoples boast of the power of their armies, the abundance of their treasures, the splendor of their science, the immensity of their territory, and the glory of their history. For us, the Blessed Virgin's love is worth more than all that! When one by one the nations of the earth come to tell us the marks of their greatness and their glory, we could answer them: Ah, we have more, much more than you because we have the love of the Mother of God! On our coats of arms there is a word that is worth all the glories of the earth.

"My son whom I love tenderly as a little and delicate one."
Let us not think that Our Lady's love has withered over the centuries. Let us not believe that it has waned little by little because of our ingratitude and our miseries and sins. No, I am pleased to repeat that Mary's love is like the love of God, like a divine gift. It is never withdrawn. She loves us, and she loves us tenderly as little and delicate ones. 

Draw me; we will run!