“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.’[76] 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.’”[77]
HIST. D’UNE AME, CH. XII
FOOTNOTES:
[72] Ps., liv, 7.
[73] Luke, vii, 47.
[74] Luke, v, 32.
[75] Cant., ii, 9.
[76] Ps., xvii, 5.