Your Grace, don’t let me be unfaithful to Him now. I would not like for anything, not even for a second of a second to do the less pleasing. I want Him to have all the pleasure. His longing, His suffering on account of these little children, on account of the poor dying in sin, of the unhappiness of so many broken families is great. I feel so terribly helpless in front of all.—I, little nothing, long to take away all that from His Heart. Day after day, hour after hour, He asks the same question: “Wilt thou refuse to do this for Me?” I tell Him that the answer is with you. You think that I am looking only at the joy of giving up all, and bringing joy into the Heart of Jesus. Yes, I look at these most, but I see also what suffering the fulfillment of these two will bring. By nature I am sensitive, love beautiful and nice things, comfort and all the comfort can give—to be loved and love.—I know that the life of a Missionary of Charity—will be minus all these. The complete poverty, the Indian life, the life of the poorest will mean a hard toil against my great self love. Yet, Your Grace, I am longing with a true, sincere heart to begin to lead this kind of life—so as to bring joy to the suffering Heart of Jesus.
“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.”― Mother Teresa