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[1v°] when you see yourself entrusted with precious sheaves. O Mother, pardon my childish simplicity. I feel you will allow me to speak to you without considering what is allowed a young religious to say to her Prioress. Perhaps, at times, I shall not keep within the limits [5] prescribed for subjects, but, dear Mother, I make bold to say it, this is your own fault. I am acting with you as a child because you do not act with me as a Prioress but a Mother.

Ah! dear Mother, I know very well that it is really God who is speaking to me through you. Many of the Sisters think that you [10] spoiled me, that since my entrance into the holy ark, I have received from you nothing but caresses and compliments. Nevertheless it was not so. You will see, dear Mother, in the copybook containing my childhood memories, what I think of the strong and maternal education I received from you. From the bottom of my heart [15] I want to thank you for not sparing me. Jesus knew very well that His little flower stood in need of the living waters of humiliation, for she was too weak to take root without this kind of help, and it was through you, dear Mother, that this blessing was given to me.

For a year and a half now, Jesus has willed to change the manner of [20] making His little flower grow. He has no doubt found her sufficiently watered, for now it is the sun that aids her growth. Jesus wants to give her nothing but His smile and this He does through you, dear Mother. This gentle sun, far from causing the little flower to wilt,

 

 

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