"OH! how good is the good God!" . . . she would sometimes exclaim. "Yes, He must indeed be good to give me the strength to endure all that I suffer."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
ONE day she said to the Mother Prioress:
"I would like to speak to you, Mother, of the state of my soul; but I cannot, I am too deeply moved just now."
And in the evening she sent these lines pencilled with a trembling hand:
"O my God, how good Thou art to the little victim of Thy Merciful Love! Now even though Thou dost join physical suffering to the trials of my soul, I cannot say: 'The sorrows of death have encompassed me.' [5] But I cry out in my gratitude: 'I have gone down into the valley of the shadow of death, yet I fear no evil, because Thou, O Lord, art with me.'" [6]
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
[5] Ps., xvii, 5.
[6] Cf. Ps., xxii, 4.
