What attracts me towards our Heavenly Home is the Master's call -- the hope of loving Him at last to the fulfilling of all my desire -- the thought that I shall be able to win Him the love of a multitude of souls, who will bless Him through all eternity.
I have never asked God that I might die young -- that to me were a cowardly prayer; but from my childhood He has deigned to inspire me with a strong conviction that my life would be a short one.
I feel we must tread the same road to Heaven -- the road of suffering and love. When I myself have reached the port, I will teach you how best to sail the world's tempestuous sea -- with the self-abandonment of a child well aware of a father's love, and of his vigilance in the hour of danger.
I long so much to make you understand the expectant love of the Heart of Jesus. Your last letter has made my own heart thrill sweetly. I learnt how closely your soul is sister to mine, since God calls that soul to mount to Himself by the lift of love, without climbing the steep stairway of fear. I am not surprised you find it hard to be familiar with Jesus -- one cannot become so in a day; but this I do know, I shall aid you much more to tread this beautiful path when I lay aside the burden of this perishable body. Ere long you will exclaim with St. Augustine: |Love is my lodestone!|