July 14, 1889.
MY DARLING SISTER, -- I am ever with you in spirit. Yes, it is very hard to live upon this earth, but to-morrow, in a brief hour, we shall be at rest. O my God, what shall we then see? What is this life which will have no end? Our Lord will be the soul of our soul. O unsearchable mystery! |Eye hath not seen nor ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man what things God hath prepared for them that love Him.| And all this will come soon -- very soon -- if we love Jesus ardently. It seems to me that God has no need of years to perfect His labour of love in a soul. One ray from His Heart can in an instant make His flower blossom forth, never to fade. . . . Céline, during the fleeting moments that remain to us, let us save souls! I feel that Our Spouse asks us for souls -- above all, for the souls of Priests. . . . It is He Who bids me tell you this.
There is but one thing to be done here below: to love Jesus, and to save souls for Him that He may be more loved. We must not let slip the smallest opportunity of giving Him joy. We must refuse Him nothing. He is in such need of love.
We are His chosen lilies. He dwells as a King in our midst -- He lets us share the honours of His Royalty -- His Divine Blood bedews our petals -- and His Thorns as they wound us spread abroad the perfume of our love.