I love thee then, O, my Mother, but at the same time I fear that I do not love thee as I ought; for I hear that love makes lovers like the person loved. If then, I see myself so unlike thee, it is a mark that I do not love thee. Thou art so pure, and I defiled with many sins; thou so humble, and I so proud; thou so holy, and I so wicked. This, then, is what thou hast to do, O Mary; since thou loves me, make me like thee. Thou hast all the power to change hearts; take, then, mine and change it. Show the world what thou can do for those who love thee. Make me a saint; make me thy worthy child. This is my hope.Beautiful, isn't it? By the way, I'm still waiting to give away a new copy of The Glories of Mary.