But while my poor mind wandered in the Divine air, my sweet Jesus told me: “My daughter, all the good acts that the creature does in My Divine Will rise to God, because It has the divine power to draw up, into the Celestial Fatherland, what is done in Its Volition; and then, with Its same Power, It makes them fall back like beneficial rain over the same creature, in such a way that if the creature loves, blesses, adores, thanks, praises, God requites her with new rain of love, of blessings, rain of thanksgivings, because He felt Himself being loved and thanked by the creature, and bursting into rain of praises, He praises her before the celestial court. Oh! How Our divine goodness awaits the adoration, the pleasant ‘I love You’ of the creature, to be able to give to Our love the vent of being able to say to her: ‘Daughter, I love you.’ Therefore, there is not one act that the creature does for Us, for which Our tenderness, all paternal, does not give to her multiplied requital.”