I was feeling a certain discontent because of the privations of my always lovable Jesus; and He, coming for just a little, told me: “My daughter, what are you doing? I am the contentment of contentments. Being in you, and feeling some discontents, I recognize that they come from you, and therefore I do not recognize Myself completely in you, because discontents are part of the human nature—not of the Divine; while it is My Will that what is human no longer exist in you—only My Divine Life.”
I add that I was thinking to myself about the sweet Mama, and Jesus told me: “My daughter, the thought of My Passion never escaped My dear Mama, and by dint of repeating it, she filled all of Herself with Me, completely. The same happens to the soul: by dint of repeating what I suffered, she arrives at filling herself with Me.”