AGAIN, when some one said to her: "It is dreadful—all you are suffering."
"No, it is not dreadful; could a little Victim of Love find anything dreadful that her Spouse sends her? He gives me at each moment what I can bear; not more; and the minute He increases my sufferings He also augments my fortitude.
"Yet I could never ask for greater sufferings, for I am too little; they would be my own—my own choosing, then I should have to bear them by myself, and I have never been able to do anything all alone."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
DURING her long and painful agony she exclaimed: "The chalice is full to the brim. Never could I have believed it possible to suffer so much . . . I can only find the explanation in my extreme longing to save souls . . . Oh! I would not suffer less."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
[THE DIRECTION OF SOULS]
OUR Lord allowed me the consolation of closely studying the souls of children.
Considering these innocent souls I used to compare them to soft wax, upon which any impression may be stamped the bad, alas! like the good; and I understood those words of Jesus: "But he that shall scandalize one of these little ones . . . it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea." [1] Oh! how many souls might attain to a high degree of holiness if wisely guided from the very first.