"I nourish myself on the will of God. It is my food."

My Jesus, You see that Your holy will is everything to me. It makes no difference to me what You do with me. You command me to set to work — and I begin calmly, although I know that I am incapable of it; through Your representatives, You order me to wait — so I wait patiently; You fill my soul with enthusiasm — but You do not make it possible for me to act; You attract me to Yourself in heaven — and You leave me in this world; You pour into my soul a great yearning for Yourself — and You hide Yourself from me. I am dying of the desire to be united with You forever, and You do not let death come near me. O will of God, you are the nourishment and delight of my soul. When I submit to the holy will of my God, a deep peace floods my soul (Dairy, 952.)