When the Saints Speak, I Must Act

Oh, my beloved Lord, my heart overflows with gratitude as I recall the countless times Your saints have guided me in these trying times. The voices of Michael, Margaret, and Catherine, they echo in my mind, their words a constant reminder of my duty to serve You. And so, I march on, driven by the fire of my convictions, undaunted by the whispers of doubt and fear that seek to undermine my resolve. For I know that You, my Lord, are the source of all wisdom, and Your will, I must obey without question. In the chaos of battle, it is the Saints who remind me of Your presence, their words a balm to my soul, a comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

But what of the naysayers, my Lord? Those who would seek to silence me, to quench the fire of my passion, to still the voice of the Saints within me? They say I am but a simple maid, a foolish girl, led astray by my own delusions. But they do not see, my Lord, they do not see the depth of my devotion, the fervor of my love for You. I am but a vessel, a mere instrument of Your will, and I would not have it any other way. For in serving You, I am free, free from the petty concerns of the world, free to follow the call of my heart, free to give myself completely to Your service.

And so, I ask of You, my Lord, what lies ahead? Will the armies of the English prevail, or will Your will be done? I do not know, but I do know this: I will continue to march forward, driven by the fire of my convictions, guided by the light of the Saints, and fueled by the love that burns within my heart. For I am but a humble servant, a mere maid, but a maid who serves the greatest of all loves, the love of You, my Lord.