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LT 95 - To Agnes of Jesus - July-August (?), 1889

LT 95                  From Thérèse to Agnes of Jesus.

July-August (?), 1889

J.M.J.T.

Jesus +

Dear little lamb, allow your poor little lamb to bleat a little. . . . The lamb did me some good on Sunday! . . .

There is especially one sentence that was very enlightening for me, and it was "Let us hold on to a word that can elevate us." It's true that we must keep all for Jesus with a jealous care .... Dear lamb, how good it is to work for Jesus alone, for Him alone! . ..

Oh, then, how full the heart is, how light one feels .... Little Bennoni of Jesus, pray for the poor little grain of sand, that the grain of sand be always in its place, that is to say, under the feet of all, that no one may think of it, that its existence be, so to speak, unknown. The grain of sand does not desire to be humbled.-, this is still too glorious since one would be obliged to be occupied with it. It desires only one thing, to be forgotten, counted for noth­ing^ . . . But it desires to be seen by Jesus. If the eyes of creatures cannot be lowered to look at it, may, at least, the blood-stained Face of Jesus be turned towards it ... . It desires only one look, one look!. . .

If it were possible for a grain of sand to console Jesus, to wipe away His tears, there really is such a grain that would like to do it... .

May Jesus take the poor grain of sand and hide it in His ador­able Face .... There, the poor atom will no longer have anything to fear, it will be sure of no longer sinning!

The grain of sand wants at all costs to save souls .... Jesus must grant it this grace. Little Veronica, ask this grace from the luminous Face of Jesus!. . . Yes, the Face of Jesus is luminous, but if in the midst of wounds and tears it is already so beautiful, what will it be, then, when we shall see it in heaven? Oh, heaven . . . heaven. Yes, to see one day the Face of Jesus, to contemplate eter­nally the marvelous beauty of Jesus, the poor grain of sand desires to be despised on earth!. . .

Dear lamb, beg Jesus that His grain of sand hurry to save many souls in a short time in order to take its flight promptly towards His dear Face . . .

I am suffering!. . . But the hope of the homeland gives me courage, soon we shall be in heaven!... In heaven, there will no longer be day or night, but the Face of Jesus will make an incom­parable light shine!. . .

Dear lamb, understand the grain of sand; it does not know what it is saying this evening, but certainly it had no intention of writing one single word of all it has scribbled. . . .

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