If I were still to live, the office of infirmarian [caregiver] is the one which would please me most.
I would not ask for it, but if it came direct by obedience I should think myself highly privileged.
It seems to me that I would discharge its duties with a tender love, thinking always of our Saviour saying:
"I was sick and you visited me".
The infirmary bell should be for you as heavenly music.
You ought purposely to pass along beneath the windows of the sick to give them facility in calling you and asking your services.
Ought you not to consider yourself like a little slave whom everyone has a right to command?
If you could but see the Angels who from the height of Heaven watch you battling in the arena!
They await the end of the combat to cover you with flowers and wreaths.
The good God does not disdain these combats, unknown and therefore all the more meritorious.
"The patient man is better than the valiant, and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh cities".
By our little acts of charity practiced in the shade we convert souls far away, we help missionaries, we win for them abundant alms; and by that means build actual dwellings spiritual and material for our Eucharistic Lord.
St. Therese of the Child Jesus
The Little Flower of Jesus
Carmelite of the Monastery of Lisieux, 1873-1897