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From Léonie to Thérèse. (Fragment.) - October 15 , 1887

From Léonie to Thérèse. (Fragment.)

October 14-16, 1887

October 15, 1887

My beloved little Thérèse,

I come to wish you a happy feast. I know what I want the most for you; I don't have to name this grace, for you know it well, privileged little child of Jesus.

It is now already one year since our dear Marie is in Carmel. You were there at her departure, but I wasn't there. I had entered the Poor Clares a week before. When I think of that, I thank God for having made me leave there in order to lead me into my dear Visitation where I am so happy, in spite of the thorns which pierce my heart at times. But what is that in comparison with the Poor Clares! These are roses which I trample under my feet at times through my cowardliness, for it will take a lot to make me a saint. But little by little we approach this just the same with the grace of God. Since the day I saw you, I've exerted many efforts; however, I could still do better for Our Lord. I feel it. Ah! how I'd like to throw myself courageously into every sacrifice.

You see, dear little sister, it does me good to talk with you. I know that you understand me in spite of your young age; so I want to confide to you one of the greatest desires of my soul, which is intimate union with Jesus. For the one who possesses Jesus possesses all; He is the treasure of treasures. In Him alone we find our joy and not in the creature. There we find only sorrow and sadness of every kind. Because our heart is made solely for God, He alone can fill it entirely. It is too big for the world; so what fol­ly to have too much attachment for creatures, isn't that true? You know this. I can judge it by my own experience, for until now I have not known how to control my poor heart. You, dear little sister, God has so enraptured your very pure heart that you have not known all the agonies to which foolish affections give rise. So Jesus will have your heart in all its freshness. May your heart be a thousand times blessed. I take delight in this for your sake.

Pardon me, darling, for not having sent you this letter for your feast; it was begun on Friday, but until now I've been so busy that it was impossible to finish it, and you know that I need more time than others for writing, and I explain myself so badly that you are going to have trouble understanding me. I have prayed very much for you all day, and this morning especially in my Holy Communion. This is all I can offer you; you know that now I have nothing but my poor prayers.

Tomorrow is the 17th, the feast of our Blessed Sister Margaret Mary. You know that she cured me miraculously. You also know my devotion to her. She is no stranger to the joy I have in being at the Visitation, this blessed Order whose glory she is. Pray for me in order that, if necessary, she will obtain a second miracle so that I become a holy Visitandine.

 

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