… Then, while I was doing my usual prayers, my beloved Jesus came back, telling me: “My daughter, tell Me, why are you so melancholic? See, I come from the midst of creatures with tears in My Eyes, My Heart pierced, betrayed by many, and so I said to Myself: ‘Let Me go to My daughter, to My little newborn of My Will, that she may dry My Tears. With her acts that she has done in My Will, she will give Me the love and everything that the others do not give Me; I will rest in her, and I will cheer her with My Presence.’ And you, instead, let yourself be found as so melancholic, that I have to put My Pains aside in order to relieve yours. Don’t you know that cheerfulness for the soul is like fragrance for flowers, like condiment for foods, like the skin tone for people, like maturation for fruits, like the sun for plants? So, with this melancholy, you have not let Me found a fragrance that may cheer Me, nor a tasty food, nor a mature fruit; rather, you are all faded as to move Me to pity. Poor daughter, courage, cling to Me, do not fear.” I clung to Him; I would have wanted to burst into tears, I felt my voice being suffocated, but I plucked up strength, I repressed my tears, and I said to Him: ‘Jesus, My Love, my pains are nothing compared to yours. So, let us think about Your Pains if You don’t want to add more bitternesses to mine. Let me dry Your Tears, and let me share in the Pains of Your Heart.’ So He shared His Pains with me, and while letting me see the grave evils present in the world, and those which will come, He disappeared from me.