That is right, but that is not enough.
I think often of how much I owe Him, and apply myself diligently to the work He has given me to do; I bear patiently with those I dislike, with troubles that irritate me; when I am weak I call upon Him, when timid I draw near to Him, when sinful I implore pardon, and strive to do my duty more faithfully.
That is right, but that is not enough.
I lend myself to the importunities of others. I am as a slave to those who need me, and take care never to judge any one harshly.
That is right, but still it is not enough.
Ah! then what more can I do, good angel, thus addressing me, what can I do to show my love to God?
Devote thyself to doing good to the souls of others.
Oh, if you knew how it pleases God to see you laboring for them! It is like the joy of a mother, every time she sees some one benefiting her child.
How thankful she is to those who nursed it in sickness, spared it pain, showed it some token of affection, a counsel, a warning, that gave it pleasure, by a kind word, a plaything, a smile!
All this you may do in that circle, more or less extended, in which you live.