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From sr Marie of the Sacred Heart to Thérèse - January 7 (?), 1889

From sr Marie of the Sacred Heart to Thérèse - January 7 (?), 1889

   I am not surprised that the little lamb so dear to Jesus finds nothing here below to satisfy its hunger. There is nothing either for the lion or the little lamb. The dreamed of spring is the Heart of Jesus; the bubbling fountain where we'll be able to drink long draughts in an endless ecstasy is the homeland! It is heaven! Here below, the Cross; here below, the exile, the arid desert. Doesn't the Child Jesus on His straw say this to His darling little fiancée? What did He come looking for in this world where He was so little loved after having loved so much!... A Cross to die on!!... Dear

child, never shall we suffer as much as Jesus did; never shall we know as He did the garden of the agony. He does give us a few drops of His chalice, but He reserves for Himself all the gall. He is not speaking to the heart of His little fiancée. Ah! the language of Jesus is not in any way the language of earthly bridegrooms. Sometimes it is silence on the most beautiful days; one would say that He wants to hide. Why? It is He alone who knows the ravishing mysteries of the other life and what treasures of graces, what precious diamonds He is amassing for His spouses when He will call them to the eternal banquet. It is for this reason that He often says nothing to us here below; it is for this reason that He keeps silent! This short moment of life will pass so quickly and the real day of the nuptials will be so beautiful that Jesus does not think twice with us before sending us suffering. He hungers and thirsts for this so as to crown us better. Let the little lamb fall asleep in the heart of its little Jesus. And let her, until heaven comes, remain His dear little toy among all others.