July 17, 1897.
MY DEAR LÉONIE, -- I am so pleased to be able to write to you again. Some days ago I thought I should never again have this consolation, but it seems God wishes to prolong somewhat the time of my exile. This does not trouble me -- I would not enter Heaven one moment sooner through my own will. The only real happiness on earth is to strive always to think |how goodly is the chalice| that Jesus give us. Yours is indeed a goodly one, dear Léonie. If you wish to be a Saint -- and it will not be hard -- keep only one end in view: give pleasure to Jesus, and bind yourself more closely to Him.
Good-bye, my dear sister, I should wish the thought of my entering Heaven to fill you with joy, because I shall then be better able to give you proof of my tender love. In the Heart of our Heavenly Spouse we shall live His very life, and through eternity I shall remain,
Your very little sister,
TERESA OF THE CHILD JESUS.