Confirmation, at the age of five. The Good Bishop (José Eguino y Trecu) gave it to me and many other children. Almost all of us were dressed in white. Since then, we were made soldiers of Jesus Christ and had the duty of fighting and even dying to defend our faith and the Holy Mother Church, as the martyrs had. From that day on, I enjoyed praying the Creed more and I understood it better.
I learned my morning and night prayers, the mysteries of the Rosary, the stations of the Way of the Cross and the Litany of the Most Blessed Virgin in Latin by heart. My mother explained their meaning to me and I was very happy to shower the Mother of Jesus, on earth and now in heaven, with such praises. The One with Whom it was especially easy to speak in my heart was with God the Father, upon contemplating how beautiful everything He had created for us, his children. I would slowly gaze at the fields, the meadows, the forests and the mountains, the rivers, the beaches and the sea, the blue sky of the day and the silent darkness of the night, roofed with stars.
My breast would be filled with love and gratitude, and I would feel a deep joy come over me with a longing to hold an expectant silence, or to laugh, leap and sing. I felt that I was a joyful daughter of that infinitely good and powerful Father. It was the birth of my spirit of prayer. God gifted me with it very early on, and he called me in that way, to pray. I feel that later, in the different stages of my life, each one with more graces, I have not corresponded with the same proportioned intensity as in those first years of my life from the age of three to seven.