Monday, March 31, 2008

Jesus, I cannot fathom the depths of...my bold desires. My excuse is that I am a child... But how will she prove her love since love is proved by works? Well, the little child will strew flowers...not allowing one little sacrifice to escape, not one look, not one word, profiting by all the smallest things and doing them through love. ...I shall sing, for could one cry while doing such a joyous action? I shall sing even when I must gather my flowers in the midst of thorns...

St. Therese
SS 192

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