human
Whom He loveth, He chasteneth, he said.
gpt
It is granted thee to know the depth of the meaning of those holy words. The blessed Christus, with great drops of anguish falling from His sacred brows, cried out, 'Can any sorrow be like my sorrow?' God is not angry with thee, my daughter; but so He fashioneth a soul for His great work. Life is thy cross, my child. Lift it and clasp it--Heaven's peace shall be thine.
human
Why not the Convent, Father? she asked, still irresolute.
gpt
I am so weary.
human
I have the revelation!