"She acquired the habit of greeting painful and repugnant things with a smile. "I have always forced myself to love suffering and to welcome it joyfully." [my comment: Apostle Paul talked about rejoicing in trials

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"Little crosses give me more joy than anything else" "Can a victim of love find anything her Spouse sends terrible?" "Every moment He sends what I can bear and no more; [my comment: when we accept suffering in our lives, this shows trust in God and a reliance on Him] He increases my strength to meet my pain. I am too little to ask for greater suffering; having chosen it myself, I should have to bear it myself, and I have never been able to do anything by myself".
In these dispositions she was able to endure the intense sufferings of her last days without losing patience and even with supernatural joy. "My sufferings are very intense indeed, yet nevertheless I am extraordinarily at peace. All my desires are realized and I am full of confidence"
One night the infirmarian found her awake, gazing toward Heaven. "what are you doing? you ought to be trying to sleep"
"I can't, Sister, I am suffering too much for that, so I pray"'
"what do you say to Jesus?"
"Nothing, I just love Him."
She even found in her suffering proof of God's goodness. "How very good God must be," she said, "to give me strength to bear all I endure".
She was fully prepared for whatever form her last agony might take: "if at the last I suffer greatly, with no indication of peace, do not worry, Mother; Our Lord Himself surely died a victim to love, yet who can measure His agony?" the day before she died she told her sister Celine, "Love alone counts".
At half past two on September 30, she told Mother Agnes, "the chalice, Mother, is full to overflowing. I could not have believed one could bear so much and can explain it only by my great desire to save souls. Thy will be done, My God, but have mercy on me; sweet Virgin Mary, aid me".
She went on to say, "All I have written about my thirst for suffering is quite true; I do not regret surrendering myself to Love"
At a few moments past seven, when she knew the end had come, she said calmly "I do not wish to suffer less. Oh, how I love Him! My God, I love Thee". Gazing beyond the statue of Mary beside her bed, her eyes alight with a supernatural joy, she died."
(Story of a Soul)