The work holds no joy, no attraction, no zeal. I remember, I told Mother Provincial, that I was leaving Loreto--for souls--for a single soul--and she could not understand my words.--I do my best.--I spend myself--but am more than convinced that the work is not mine. I do not doubt that it was You who called me, with so much love and force.--It was You--I know. That is why the work is Yours and it is You even now--but I have no faith--I don't believe.--Jesus, don't let my souls be deceived--nor let me deceive anyone.

(Blessed Mother Teresa, Come Be My Light, p 193)