"I want to seek the means of going to heaven by a little way that is very straight, very short, a completely new little way.
"We're in an age of inventions. Now there's no more need to climb the steps of a staircase. In rich homes, there are elevators that replace stairs to great advantage. I would also like to find an elevator to lift me up to Jesus, because I'm too little to climb the rough staircase of perfection. So, I sought in the holy books the indication of the elevator that is the object of my desire, and I read these words that come from the mouth of Eternal Wisdom: 'Let all who are simple come to my house' (see Pr. 9:4). So, I came, suspecting that I had found what I was looking for, and wanting to know, God, what You would do with the simple little one who would respond to Your call.
"I've continued my search, and here's what I've found: 'As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you. . . . [Y]ou will nurse and be carried on her arm and dandled on her knees' (Isa. 66:13, 12). Oh! Never have words more tender, more melodious, come to rejoice my soul. The elevator that must lift me up to heaven is Your arms, Jesus! For that I don't need to become big.
"On the contrary, I have to stay little — may I become little, more and more."
