I prayed earnestly for this Sister who had caused me so much struggle, but this was not enough for me. I tried to do everything I possibly could for … - Thérèse of Lisieux

I shall take good care to stay just where I am, quite certain that beyond the somber clouds, my beloved Sun is shining still!

I don’t have the courage to make a strict rule for myself to search in books for beautiful prayers. That gives me a headache, there are so many of them! . . . And then some are more beautiful than others. . . . I wouldn’t know how to recite them all. Not knowing which one to choose, I do as children do who don’t know how to read: I very simply tell God what I want to tell Him, without making beautiful phrases, and He always understands me. . . . For me, prayer is an upward rising of the heart, it’s a simple glance toward heaven, it’s a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trials as much as in the midst of joys. In short, it’s something big, something great, something supernatural, that expands my heart and unites me to Jesus.

Señor, yo soy demasiado pequeña para dar de comer a tus hijas. Si tú quieres darle a cada una, por medio de mí, lo que necesita, llena tú mi mano; y entonces, sin separarme de tus brazos y sin volver siquiera la cabeza, yo entregaré tus tesoros al alma que venga a pedirme su alimento. Si lo encuentra de su gusto, sabré que no me lo debe a mí, sino a ti; si, por el contrario, se queja y encuentra amargo lo que le ofrezco, no perderé la paz, intentaré convencerla de que ese alimento viene de ti y me guardaré muy bien de buscarle otro.