O God hidden in the prison of the tabernacle! It is with happiness that I return to you each evening, to thank you for the graces you have granted me and to implore my forgiveness for the faults I have committed during the day that has just passed like a dream. O Jesus! How happy I would be if I had been faithful, but alas! I'm often sad in the evening, because I feel I could have responded better to your graces... If I were more united with you, more charitable with my sisters, more humble and more mortified, I would have less trouble talking to you in prayer. However, O my God! Far from being discouraged by the sight of my miseries, I come to you with confidence, remembering that: "It is not those who are well who need a doctor, but the sick". So I beg you to heal me, to forgive me, and I will remember, Lord, "that the soul to whom you have given more must also love you more than the others!" I offer you every beat of my heart as so many acts of love and reparation, and I unite them to your infinite merits. I beg you, O my divine spouse, to be the repairer of my soul, to act in me regardless of my resistance.And tomorrow, with the help of your grace, I will begin a new life, each moment of which will be an act of love and renunciation. After having come each evening to the foot of your altar, I will finally arrive at the last evening of my life, and then will begin for me the sunsetless day of eternity when I will rest on your divine heart from the struggles of exile! Amen."