As St. Xaverius had foretold me, I had this year more supernatural favours, and higher prayer than formerly. It is our custom to prostrate in the choir and renew our vows on Twelfth Day, at which time I begged of our Lord that I might ever keep them entirely, and after Communion I thought our Lord showed me them engraven on His own Sacred Heart, in some imaginary way which I know not well how to express. I found great joy and deep recollection in my soul. This often returns to my mind with singular comfort, and I confide in the goodness of God that I shall keep them faithfully, for I have often failed, yet so as not to commit any deliberate great sin, which God of His goodness preserved me ever from.

This year I advanced even much in prayer, without myself knowing how or by what means, but Almighty God was pleased to do it, to show His power in so weak a creature. I often found myself elevated, and my body so light that I was not able to keep myself steadily upon the ground, though I would endeavour to prevent my rising by holding what was next me when I knelt, to the end others might not perceive it, for I had great difficulty and fear lest this should be observed by any.