Finding myself in my usual state, my always lovable Jesus came, and since I was a little in suffering, He took me in His arms and told me: "My beloved daughter, beloved daughter of Mine, rest in Me. And your pains, do not keep them with you, but send them up to My Cross, so that they may become the cortege of My pains, relieving Me, and so that my pains may be the cortege of your pains, sustain you, burn with the same fire, and be consumed together. I will look at your pains as if they were Mine; I will give them the same effects and the same value; and they will perform the same offices which I did on the Cross, before the Father and before souls. Or better still, come, you yourself, onto the Cross. How happy we will be together, even in suffering. In fact, it is not the suffering that renders the creature unhappy; rather, suffering makes her victorious, glorious, rich, beautiful. She becomes unhappy when something is missing to her love. Being united with Me on the Cross, you will be completely satisfied in love; your pains will be love; your life will be love — all love. And so you will be happy."