… After this, I continued to think about the adorable Fiat, and my sweet Jesus continued, saying: “My daughter, one who lives in My Divine Will is under the continuous Outpouring of her Creator. Our Love toward her is so great, that We are so enraptured in seeing Our Fiat in the littleness of the creature, that We want to give her always—always, without ever ceasing. Now, this Divine Outpouring of Ours fills her so much as to leave not one void within her, in such a way that, whatever place she leans on, she always finds the fullness of Our Outpouring that sustains her, in such a way that she cannot bend over herself because Our Outpouring sustains her and carries her as though in triumph in Its Arms.
“But do you know what We pour out? Love, Light, Grace, Sanctity, Power, etc. Now, all these qualities of Ours compete among themselves for carrying this little creature in their arms. It seems that they vie with one another for her, and they take turns, so as to say: ‘We all have carried her.’ And while each of them carries her in its arms, if it is Love that carries her, it fills her so much with love as to take pleasure in seeing the tiny little one drowned—drowned with its Love; and only when it sees her overflow with Love, then does it content itself with letting her pass into the arms of Light; because they want to see, being repeated in the tiny little one, what her Creator has done. The Light takes delight in drowning her with Light; Grace, in drowning her with Grace; power, in drowning her with Power—but so much, as to captivate the Creator Himself.
“In sum, this little creature lives under the continuous Outpouring of God, that fills her so much that she feels drowned and cannot contain it, in such a way that she is forced to pour it outside. So, what you say about My Divine Will is nothing other than the outpouring of what you contain inside.”