After this, having to write what Jesus had told me, I found it almost impossible; and as I tried the first, the second, the third time, and seeing that I could not manage, I thought to myself that blessed Jesus no longer wanted me to write, and therefore I too should not want it. So I dismissed the thought of trying harder; but then I wanted to try again, and I seemed to manage—and with even greater ease than other times. So I thought to myself: “And why so many sacrifices, so many difficulties, attempts and new attempts to write, without managing to do it; and after so many difficulties, doing it with ease?”
And my sweet Jesus, coming out from within my interior, told me: “My daughter, do not be concerned. I wanted to take pleasure from you a little bit, and to enjoy the sweetness squeezed out of your sacrifices. As you tried to write and could not manage, and tried again, I felt wounded by your love in wanting to sacrifice yourself to fulfill My Divine Will for you to write; and I, to take pleasure from your wounds, rendered you incapable of keeping your eyes open in order to write. So, don’t you want your Jesus to amuse Himself with you and to enjoy a little bit?
“Moreover, you must know that the sacrifice made to fulfill My Will forms pure, noble and Divine Blood for the soul, just as food forms blood for the body; and I, dipping My brush of love in this blood, amuse Myself in forming in her, more beautiful, more charming, My image in the creature. Therefore, let Me do; and you, think only of doing My Divine Will, and I will do something more beautiful in the little newborn of My adorable Will.”