The good God would not inspire unattainable desires; I can, then, in spite of my littleness, aspire to sanctity. For me to become greater is impossible; I must put up with myself just as I am with all my imperfections. But I wish to find the way to go to Heaven by a very straight, short, completely new little way. We are in a century of inventions: now one does not even have to take the trouble to climb the steps of a stairway; in the homes of the rich an elevator replaces them nicely. I, too, would like to find an elevator to lift me to Jesus, for I am too little to climb the rough stairway of perfection. So I have looked in the books of the saints for a sign of the elevator I long for, and I have read these words proceeding from the mouth of eternal Wisdom: 'He that is a little one, let him turn to me.' [footnote: Proverbs 9:16] So I came knowing that I had found what I was seeking, and wanting to know, O my God, what You would do with the little one who would answer Your call, and this is what I found:
'As one whom the mother caresses, so will I comfort you. You shall be carried at the breasts and upon the knees they shall caress you.' [footnote: Isaiah 66:12-13] Never have more tender words come to make my soul rejoice. The elevator which must raise me to the heavens is Your arms, O Jesus! For that I do not need to grow; on the contrary, I must necessarily remain small, become smaller and smaller. O my God, You have surpassed what I expected, and I want to sing Your mercies.
St. Therese of Lisieux in her Manuscrits autobiographiques, page 244 as quoted in Fr. Jean C. J. D’Elbee’s book I Believe in Love: A personal retreat based on the teaching of St. Therese of Lisieux on pages 26-28, Conference 2, “Humble Confidence”