How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.
(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
Love needs to be proved by action.
I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love.
Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.
Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.