August 14, 1889.
You ask for a word from your little Lamb. But what shall I say? Is it not you who have taught me? Remember those days when I sat upon your knee, and you talked to me of Heaven.
I can still hear you say: |Look at those who want to become rich, and see how they toil to obtain money. Now, my little Thérèse, through every moment of the day and with far less trouble, we can lay up riches in Heaven. Diamonds are so plentiful, we can gather them together as with a rake, and we do this by performing all our actions for the love of God.| Then I would leave you, my heart overflowing with joy, and fully bent on amassing great wealth.
Time has flown since those happy hours spent together in our dear nest. Jesus has visited us, and has found us worthy to be tried in the crucible of suffering. God has said that on the last day |He will wipe away all tears from our eyes,| and no doubt the more tears there are to dry, the greater will be the happiness.
Pray to-morrow for the little one who owes you her upbringing, and who, without you, might never have come to the Carmel.