For a long time I was in despair about it, this want of devotion. I couldn’t understand it, because I’ve such a love for the Blessed Virgin that there ought to be no difficulty about saying prayers in her honour; her own favorite prayers, too! Now I don’t distress myself so much; it seems to me that the Queen of heaven, being my Mother, must be aware of my good intentions, and that’s enough for her. Sometimes, when I’m in such a state of spiritual dryness that I can’t find a single thought in my mind which will bring me close to God, I say an Our Father and a Hail Mary very slowly indeed. How they take me out of myself then; what solid satisfaction they give me then! Much more than if I’d hurried through them a hundred times over. Meanwhile, the Blessed Virgin isn’t angry with me; she shews that by always coming to my rescue at the moment I ask her to. Any anxiety, any difficulty makes me turn to her at once, and you couldn’t have a more loving Mother to see you through. Again and again I’ve appealed to her, and found out the advantage of having a mother like that, when I’ve been trying to talk to the novices.