Then, afterwards, my sweet Jesus made Himself seen coming out from within my interior, and He was looking at me; but He fixed His gazes on me so much, as if He wanted to portray Himself—engrave Himself within my poor soul.
On seeing this, I said to Him: “My Love, Jesus, have pity on me; don’t You see how ugly I am? Your privation during these days has rendered me even uglier. I feel I am good at nothing; even the rounds in Your Will I do with difficulty. Oh! how bad I feel. Your privation is like a consuming fire for me, that, burning everything in me, takes away from me the life of doing good. It leaves me only Your adorable Will that, binding me all to Itself, makes me want nothing but Your Fiat, and see and touch nothing but Your Most Holy Will.”
And Jesus, resuming His speaking, added: “My daughter, wherever My Will is present, everything is sanctity, everything is love, everything is prayer. So, since Its fount is in you, your thoughts, your gazes, your words, your heartbeat and also your movements—everything is love and prayers. It is not the form of the words that forms prayer—no; it is My operating Will that, dominating all of your being, makes of your thoughts, words, gazes, heartbeats and movements as many little fountains, that spring from the Supreme Will; and rising up to Heaven, in their mute language, some pray, some love, some adore, some bless.
“In sum, My Will makes the soul do what is holy—what belongs to the Divine Being. Therefore, the soul who possesses the Supreme Will as life is the true heaven that, be it even mute, narrates the Glory of God and announces itself as the work of His creative hands. How beautiful it is to see the soul in whom My Will reigns! As she thinks, looks, speaks, palpitates, breathes, moves, she forms the stars to adorn her heaven, to narrate more the Glory of He who created her. My Will embraces everything as though in one breath, and lets nothing of all that is good and holy escape the soul.”