Our vocation, yours and mine, is not to go harvesting in the fields of ripe corn; Jesus does not say to us; "Lower your eyes, look at the fields, and go and reap them"; our mission is still loftier. Here are Jesus'words: "Lift up your eyes and see.." See how in My Heaven there are places empty; it is for you to fill them..Each of you is My Moses praying on the mountain, ask Me for laborers and I shall send them, I await only a prayer, a sigh from your heart.
Saint Teresa of Avila says we must feed the fire of love. When we are in darkness, in dryness, there is no wood within our reach, but surely we are obliged at least to throw little bits of straw on the fire. Jesus is quite powerful enough to keep the fire going by Himself, yet He is glad when we add a little fuel, it is a delicate attention which gives him pleasure, and then He throws a great deal of wood on the fire; we do not see it but we feel the strength of Love's heat.
I have tried it: when I feel nothing, when I am incapable of praying or practicing viritue, then is the moment to look for small occasions, nothings that give Jesus more pleasure than the empire of the world, more even than martyrdom generously suffered. For example, a smile, a friendly word, when I would much prefer to say nothing at all or look bored, etc.
Often a single word, a friendly smile, is enough to give a depressed or lonely soul fresh life.
A spiritual feast of gentle, joyful love is all I can set before my Sisters, I do not know of any other, and want to follow the example of Saint Paul, rejoicing with all who rejoice. I know he wept with those who weep, and my feasts are not always without their share of tears, but I always try to turn them into smiles, for "the Lord loves the cheerful giver".
I saw only too well how very imperfect was my love for my Sisters; I did not really love them as Jesus loves them.
I see now that true charity consists in bearing with the faults of those about us, never being surprised at their weaknesses, but edified at the least sign of virtue. I see above all that charity must not remain hidden in the bottom of our hearts, for "no man lights a candle and puts it in a hidden place, nor under a bushel, but upon a candlestick, that they who come in may see the light". It seems to me that this candle is the symbol of charity; it must shine out not only to cheer those we love best but all those who are of the household.