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Elizabeth of the Trinity

A praise of Glory is a soul of silence that remains like a lyre under the mysterious touch of the Holy Spirit so that He may draw from it divine harmonies; it knows that suffering is a string that produces still more beautiful sounds; so it loves to see this string on its instrument that it may more delightfully move the heart of God..

Elizabeth

Elizabeth Catez of the Trinity was born in 1880 in the diocese of Bourges. In 1901 she entered the Discalced Carmelite monastery of Dijon. There she made her profession of vows in 1903 and from there she was called "to light, to love and to life by the Divine Spouse" in 1906. The official notes on Elizabeth from the Church report "life was a "praise of glory of the Most Blessed Trinity present in her soul and loved amidst interior darkness and excruciating illness."

 

From the Letters of Blessed Elizabeth of the Trinity

I am sending you a little note from my heart, which is so touched by your kind prayers. I do not know if the hour has come for me "to pass from this world to my Father," but He is drawing me very strongly! To you, who have always been my confidant, I know I can tell everything: the prospect of going to see Him whom I love in His ineffable beauty, and of being immersed in the Trinity that was already my Heaven here below, fills my soul with immense joy. Oh! what it costs me to return to earth; it seems so ugly to me, coming out of my beautiful dream. Only in God is everything pure, beautiful, and holy; fortunately we can dwell in Him even in our exile! But my Master's happiness is mine, and I surrender myself to Him so He can do whatever He wants in me.

May our life flow into His, as we were saying the other

day, may this truly be our dwelling on earth. There let us become silent so we may listen to Him who has so much to tell us, and since you too have this passion to listen to Him, we will meet close to Him so we may hear everything that is being sung in His soul!...

That is the life of the Carmelite: she is above all a contemplative, another Mary Magdalene whom nothing must distract from the One thing necessary. She loves the Master so much that she wants to become one who is immolated like Him, and her life becomes a continual gift of herself, an exchange of love with Him who possesses her to the point of wanting to transform her into another Himself.

There, in HIM, I feel quite close to you. Our motto must be these words of Saint Paul: "Our life is hidden with Christ in God."

A Dieu, my little sister, tell your good, dear mama that I pray every day for her, that I love her with all my heart as well as Yvonne, who is also the little sister of my heart. We are going into retreat from Ascension to Pentecost, and I will make it with you in the soul of the Master. Pray for your big sister, too...