So I continued to think about the Divine Will, and I thought to myself: “But what difference is there between one who does the Divine Will and one who lives in It?”
And my Lovable Jesus, all Goodness, added: “My daughter, there is a great difference between the one and the other. One who lives in My Divine Will possesses Its Life and receives continuous Life from God in order to conserve, nourish and make this life of My Will grow in the creature. Life she possesses, and Life she receives. On the other hand, one who does My Divine Will receives the effects of It, and between the Life and the effects there is such distance that there is no comparison that holds up. Is there not a difference between a Life and a work? Life Palpitates, thinks, speaks, loves, walks and repeats as many times as it wants what it possesses as Life. On the other hand work, being an effect of Life, does not palpitate, does not think, does not speak, does not love, does not walk, nor is it capable of repeating itself. And it can happen that with time that work itself is consumed, and is not found anymore. How many works done, who knows how many renowned ones, do not exist anymore. Instead, Life is not consumed, and if the body is consumed through death, it is for a little while, but the soul does not die, nor can it be consumed even if one wanted it to. See, therefore, what great difference there is between life and the effects that life can produce. The effects are produced according to time, to circumstances, to places; on the other hand Life is never interrupted, it always palpitates, and has in its power being able to produce different effects according to the circumstances.
“Now one who lives in My Will, possessing Its Life, has in her power—and always, not at intervals—Sanctity, Grace, Wisdom, Goodness, everything. And it is Life that she possesses, as much in the soul as in the body, in a way that all the littlest particles of her being contain the omnipotent Fiat. And It flows more than blood in all the creature, so much so that if she palpitates, she palpitates Fiat; if she thinks, the Fiat is impressed in her thoughts; if she speaks, she hears My Fiat flowing in her voice, and she speaks of It, if she works, her works are kneaded with My Fiat; and if she walks, her steps say Fiat. It is Life, My daughter, and as Life she must feel It in all her being, nor can she do less then feel It.”