[Jesus speaking] “... My Love Loves the creature so much, that in putting her forth to the light of day, I established how many acts of love she must make Me, how many prayers, how many good works she must do, and this in order to give her the right that I would always Love her, that I would concede to her Graces, helps, in order to operate good. But the creatures use it in order to form for Me sufferings of waiting. O! how many anticipations from one act of love to another, if they even make it to Me. How much slowness in operating good, in praying, if they even do it. And I wait, and I wait again. I feel the restlessness of My Love that gives Me delirium, yearnings, and gives Me such intimate suffering, that if I could be subject to dying I would have died as many times for however many times I am not loved by the creatures.
“Other than this, there is the long waiting in the Sacrament of My Love. I wait for everyone, I arrive at counting the minutes, but alas, many of them I wait for in vain, others come with a glacial coldness as to place Me at the height of the hard martyrdom of My continuous anticipations. Few are those who we wait for each other, and only in these do I reinvigorate Myself. I feel Myself as repatriated in their hearts, I pour out My Love, and I find a refreshment for the hard martyrdom of My continuous waiting. T o some it seems that this suffering is nothing, but it is the greatest that constitutes the hardest martyrdom. And you can say how much it costs you to wait for Me, so much that if I did not come to put an end and to sustain you, you would not have been able to endure.
“And then, there is another waiting, more sorrowful still: the yearning, the ardent desire, the long anxieties for the Kingdom of My Divine Will. It is about six thousand years that I am waiting that the creature re-enters into It. I Love her so much that I want, I yearn, to see her happy. But in order to obtain this, we must Live with one single Will, such that every act opposed to Mine is a nail that transfixes Me. But do you know why? Because it renders her much more unhappy and dissimilar from Me. And I, seeing Myself in the Immense open sea of My Happiness, and My children unhappy, O! how I suffer. And while I wait, and I wait again, I am around them, I abound with Graces, with Light, for it in a way that they themselves can run in order to Live together with Me, and with one single Will. It will change their fate, we will have common Goods, Happiness without end. The other sufferings give Me some respite, but the suffering of waiting never ceases. It always has Me on guard, it makes Me use the most excessive inventions, it makes Me form the inventions of Love as to astonish Heaven and earth. It makes Me arrive at praying the creature, at supplicating her, that she would not make Me wait anymore, because I cannot take anymore. It weighs on Me too much.
“Therefore, My daughter, unite yourself together with Me to wait for the Kingdom of My Will. And for all the anticipations that creatures make Me suffer, at least we will be together, and your company will give Me refreshment to a suffering so hard.”