A soul in a state of grace has nothing to fear of demons who are cowards. - Thérèse of Lisieux

Yo soy esa hija, objeto del amor preveniente de un Padre que ha enviado a su Verbo para rescatar no a los justos sino a los pecadores. Quiere que yo lo ame porque me ha perdonado, no mucho sino TODO. No esperó que lo amase mucho como santa Magdalena, sino que ha querido que yo sepa cómo me había amado con un amor de inefable previsión, ¡a fin de que ahora lo ame hasta la locura!... He oído decir que no se ha hallado un alma pura que ame más que un alma arrepentida. ¡Cuánto querría desmentir esa expresión!...

Can a victim of love find anything her Spouse sends terrible?

all gone and the sky was a lovely blue, while the dark night in my soul had passed. Jesus had awakened and was filling me with joy, and the waves were silent. Instead of the howling wind, a gentle breeze was swelling my sails, and I thought I had already reached harbor. But there were storms ahead, storms that would make me fear at times that I was being driven away beyond return from the shore I longed so much to reach. No sooner had I obtained my uncle’s consent than you told me that the Superior of Carmel would not let me enter until I was twenty-one. The possibility of such serious opposition had not occurred to anyone, and it would be very hard to overcome; but I kept up my courage and went with Father to ask him if I could enter. He treated me coldly, and nothing would change his mind; we left in the end with a most emphatic “No,” except that he added: “I am only the Bishop’s delegate, of course, and if he allowed you to enter, I could not prevent it.” As we came out of the presbytery, we found that it was pouring with rain again, just as heavy clouds were once more darkening my soul. Father did not know what to do to comfort me, but promised to take me to Bayeux if I wanted, and I gratefully accepted. Many things, however, happened before this trip was possible, and in the meantime, my life, to all outward appearances, went on as usual. I continued my studies, but most important of all, I went on growing in the love of God, so much that sometimes my soul experienced real transports of love. One evening, not knowing how to tell Jesus how much I loved Him and how I wanted above all else to serve Him and give Him glory, I was saddened at the thought that He would never receive a single act of love from the depths of Hell. Then, from the bottom of my heart, I said I would consent to be cast into that place of torment and blasphemy, so that even there He would be loved eternally. This could not glorify Him, of course, because it is only our happiness He desires, b