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no longer wanted to enter a convent. However, my conscience has given me no
peace, and despite amusements I am always unhappy.”
After a lengthy conversation, she was completely changed and told me that she
would immediately take steps to enter a convent. She asked me to pray for her,
and I felt that God would be generous with His grace.
397 That morning I arrived in Warsaw, and at eight o‟clock that evening I was already
at home. What a joy it was for my parents and for the whole family! It is difficult to
describe it. (167) My mother‟s health had improved a bit, but the doctor gave no
hope of complete recovery. After greeting each other, we knelt down to thank God
for the grace of being able to be together once again in this life.
398 When I saw how my father prayed, I was very much ashamed that, after so many
years in the convent, I was not able to pray with such sincerity and fervor. And so I
never cease thanking God for such parents.
399 Oh, how everything had changed beyond recognition during those ten years! The
garden had been so small, and now I could not recognize it. My brothers and
sisters had still been children, and now they were all grown up. I was surprised
that I did not find them as they had been when we parted. Stanley accompanied
me to church every day. I felt that he was very pleasing to God.
400 On the last day, when everyone had left the church, I went before the Blessed
Sacrament with him, and together we recited the Te Deum. After a moment of
silence, I offered his soul to the Sweetest Heart of Jesus. How easy it was to pray
in that little church! I remembered all the graces that I had received there, and
which I had not understood at the time and had so often abused. I wondered how I
could have been so blind. And as I was thus regretting my blindness, I suddenly
saw the Lord Jesus, radiant wish unspeakable beauty, and He said to me with
kindness, My chosen one, I will give you even greater graces that you may be
the witness of My infinite mercy throughout all eternity.
401 The days at home passed in much company, as everybody wanted to se me and
talk with me. Often I could count as many as twenty-five people there. They
listened with great interest to my accounts of the lives of the saints. It seemed to
me that our house was truly the house of God, as each evening we talked about
nothing but God. When, tired from these talks and yearning for solitude and
silence, I quietly slipped out into the garden in the evening so I could converse with
God alone, even in this I was unsuccessful; immediately my brothers and sisters
came and took me into the house and, once again, I had to talk, with all those eyes
fixed on me. (168) But I struck on one way of getting some respite; I asked my
brothers to sing for me, inasmuch as they had lovely voices; and besides, one
played the violin and another, the mandolin. And during this time I was able to
devote myself to interior prayer without shunning their company.
What also cost me a lot was that I had to kiss the children. The women I knew
came with their children and asked me to take them in my arms, at least for a
moment, and kiss them. They regarded this as a great favor, and for me it was a
chance to practice virtue, since many of the children were quite dirty. But in order
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