I am in the arms of my adorable Divine Volition, although immersed in the sorrow of the privation of my blessed Jesus. The hours are centuries without Him. What suffering, what continuous death, without pity or mercy. Justly He punishes me because I have been too ungrateful and uncorresponding. But, O please! my Love, hide my miseries in Your Wounds, cover me with Your Blood. I unite my sufferings to Your sufferings so that they cry together: “Pity, pardon for this poor creature,” but without You I cannot go on.
But while I poured out my sorrow, my sweet Jesus, moved to compassion for my long martyrdom, as lightning that flees, made me His brief little visit and He told me: “My blessed daughter, courage, do not disturb yourself. My Divine Will gives everything into your power in a way that you can say ‘Everything is mine.’ My sufferings, My Wounds, My Blood, everything is yours, such that you have no need of asking Me for them, but can take them in order to make use of them for your needs. This is so true, that in one in whom My Divine Will Reigns, she has no need of laws, but feels in herself her nature changed into Divine Law—as she naturally feels the strength of the breath, of the heartbeat, so she feels the strength of the Law as substantial part of her life. And since My Law is Law of Love, of Sanctity, of Order, therefore she feels in herself the nature of Love, of Sanctity, of Order. Where My Will Reigns, so much is Its Love, that It Transforms into nature the Goods that It wants to give to the creature so that she is owner of them, no one can take them away, and I Myself act as Guardian of the Gifts in nature granted to this creature.” …