Tonight I am so tired that I don't know whether I'll be able to write anything about the vow of chastity at all. However, if His Majesty wills it, something will be written. The joy and peace of these past days since May 4th have been wonderful. I wake up every morning with happiness at the thought of it—of this precious promise between Jesus and me. And then I go to Mass and I am tired and almost fall asleep, and I am sorry that he has a bride who can pay so little attention to him. But he has willed it to be so. He has chosen me… .

To write about this vow is difficult because my appreciation of it is limited; it is difficult, too, because I cannot write of it without writing about everything else—about my whole relationship with God, about the marvel of his love for me. I cannot think of chastity without thinking of charity.