It is very consoling to think that Jesus, the Strong God, knew our weakness, that He trembled at the sight of the bitter chalice, this chalice that He had in the past so ardently desired to drink.
I understood that love comprises all vocations – that love is everything, and because it is eternal, embraces all times and places.
These flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least of actions for love.
Jesus makes the bitterest mouthful taste sweet.
I have noticed in all the serious circumstances of my life that nature always reflected the image of my soul.
The way of simple love and confidence is really made for you.
So there is no need for me to grow up. In fact, just the opposite: I must become less and less.