Love made my suffering sweet.

I surrendered myself to Mary as a Mother and asked her to intercede for peace for my soul, tormented by the darkness of faith. It occurred to me that one day I would look back on these bitterness with great joy, if I endure them out of love for her whom I admire and love as my dear Mother. And even now the hope for this joy was drying my tears. This thought filled me with love. This love made my suffering sweet.

(Marie Teresa Scrilli /1825–1889/)