I have to write this down, Father. You know — about what came to me while Evelyn and I were talking. I’ve been saying, “Lord, what are you trying to break me of or detach me from? Tell me and I’ll sneak around and do it myself so that it won’t hurt. Let me do it; don’t you worry.”
Of course, then it wouldn’t work. Praise you. Now, you just take care of things and give me the graces necessary to accept your will. Praise you and thank you for tonight.