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From sr Agnès of Jesus to Marie Martin - August 15, 1886.

Sr. Agnès to Marie. 15th August 1886.

Dear Marie, I thought of you all night long (night of Eucharistic adoration from 14th to 15th August) and my heart that was broken yesterday morning was appeased at the foot of the Tabernacle. Who knows how much peace and trust invaded my soul. A voice said to me: “Why are you worried, is it the will of an individual or the will of God that must be accomplished? If it’s the will of God, it is always preceded and followed by a feeling of profound peace.” And as I felt that all of this had come about by the hand of God alone, I trustingly surrendered everything to him.  

Do as I do, Marie, you whom I love more than it is possible to love. Here for you is the true star of life, the star of a new life, the morning star that is bathed in tears in its dawn, but whose setting will be so beautiful. You are very lucky that there was an angel on your path to show you this blessed star. Angels do not make themselves visible to everyone [v°] and one showed himself to you (Father Pichon). Yes, you can really say what we were singing yesterday at Matins: “I’ve put my hope in the Lord, he has spoken to me, even when the mountains roll down to the sea, my trust shall not be shaken… (free quotation of the biblical verses from the Office for 15th August)”

Mother Geneviève told me that all she did was think of you. She is a Saint whose prayers are really worth something! She told me that Mother Aimée of Jesus (the Founder of the Carmel of Coutances) for whom she was Novice Mistress, had felt the same battles as you not only before her entry but until her Profession. She added “Well, she was the happiest Carmelite nun I’ve known.”

Farewell Marie, I would so like to know if your heart is aching as much as yesterday. Our Mother and I do nothing but pray for you. I wished you a happy feast day all night long. The letter from Father Pichon is a song from Heaven (letter from 1/8/1886); I thought about it last night. There is something from the Canticle of Cant. in it, when the Spouse calls his beloved and says to her: “Arise my beloved, my dove and come to rest in the clefts of the rock (cf. Song of Songs 2, 13:14)”

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