My Life is a Miracle

27 The Healin darkness of my room as from the tomb. It had been a long period of suffering, but of prayer and praise just as intense. Since Lourdes, I was feeling, body and soul, more united to God my Creator than ever. I had the impression of hav- ing experienced there a new baptism, an inner Pentecost. Of having been visited at my lowest, in my diseased flesh, from on high. With baby steps, I went to find Sister Marie-Albertine in our modest chapel on the other side of the courtyard for Adoration. It was exactly 5:00 pm. Like two sisters united to their Lord, we prayed for the world, for peace, for the ill, for the Church. We asked, we pleaded about all that was going wrong, but we also gave thanks for all that was going well. In my head and in my heart, I was still in Lourdes. I knew that at that precise moment the long train of carts carrying the sick was rolling along in the train of Hope, following Christ present in the great Host in the monstrance. Our monstrance here in the chapel is less impressive but just as ardent—burning with Love. Here it’s the same Christ in the monstrance. It’s the same Christ hidden away in the tabernacles of great cathedrals as in the most humble, remote coun- try churches. What infinite love! Through those three days of darkness, I reread the teachings of