Were it not for God’s grace I could do nothing. Had I not the assurance that God directs my work, I would rather tend sheep than expose myself to such great perils.
If I am not in God’s grace, may God bring me there. If I am in it, may he keep me there. I should be of all creatures the most miserable if I knew myself not to be in God’s grace.
When I am in any way opposed, because one will hardly believe that what I declare has come from God, I seek solitude and pray to God, lamenting to him that they to whom I speak will not readily believe me. When my prayer to God is ended, I hear a voice that says to me, “Daughter of God, go, go, go. I will be your helper. Go!” And when I hear this voice, I have great joy. Indeed, I would that I could hear it always.