From the Calendar--December 25, 1928 Volume 25

… after a little while He came back, inside a little cradle of gold, clothed with a tiny little garment of light.  And He added:  “My daughter, today is My birthday, and I have come to render you happy with My presence.  It would be too hard for Me, on this day, not to render one who lives in My Divine Will happy, not to give you My first kiss and tell you ‘I love you’ as a requital of yours, and, clasping you tightly to My little Heart, make you feel My heartbeats that unleash fire, and would want to burn everything which does not belong to My Will, while your heartbeat, echoing within Mine, repeats for Me your pleasant refrain:  ‘May Your Will reign on earth as It does in Heaven.’  Repeat it always, if you want to render Me happy and calm my baby crying.  Look—your love has prepared for Me the gold cradle, and the acts in My Divine Will have prepared for Me the little garment of light.  Aren’t you happy?”

Ninth Excess of Love

“My daughter, My state is ever more painful.  If you love Me, keep your gaze fixed on Me, to see if you can offer some relief to your Jesus; a little word of love, a caress, a kiss, will give respite to My crying and to My afflictions.  Listen My daughter, after I gave eight excesses of My Love, and man requited them so badly, My Love did not give up and wanted to add the ninth excess to the eighth.  And this was yearnings, sighs of fire, flames of desire, for I wanted to go out of the maternal womb to embrace man.  This reduced My little Humanity, not yet born, to such an agony as to reach the point of breathing My last.  But as I was about to breathe My last, My Divinity, which was inseparable from Me, gave Me sips of life, and so I regained life to continue My agony, and return again to the point of death.  This was the ninth excess of my love: to agonize and to die of love continuously for the creature.  Oh! What a long agony of nine months!  Oh! How love suffocated Me and made Me die.  Had I not had the Divinity with Me, which gave Me life again every time I was about to finish, love would have consumed Me before coming out to the light of day.”

Then He added:  “Look at Me, listen to Me, how I agonize, how My Heart beats, pants, burns.  Look at Me—now I die.”  And He remained in deep silence.  I felt like dying.  My blood froze in my veins, and trembling, I said to Him:  “My Love, my Life, do not die, do not leave me alone.  You want love, and I will love You; I will not leave You ever again.  Give me Your flames to be able to love You more, and be consumed completely for You.”

From the Calendar--December 24, 1924 Volume 17

Then, after this, at night, I was thinking about the act in which the sweet little Baby came out of the maternal womb to be born into our midst.  My poor mind wandered within a mystery so profound and all love; and my sweet Jesus, moving in my interior, stretched out His little hands to embrace me, and said to me:  “My daughter, the act of My birth was the most solemn act of the whole Creation.  Heaven and earth felt plunged into the most profound adoration at the sight of My little Humanity, which kept My Divinity as though enclosed within walls.  So, in the act of My birth, there was an act of silence and of profound adoration and prayer:  My Mama prayed, and remained enraptured by the power of the prodigy which was coming out of Her; Saint Joseph prayed; the Angels prayed; and all Creation felt the strength of the love of My creative power being renewed upon them.  All felt honored and received true honor, because the One who had created them would make use of them for what was needed for His Humanity.  The sun felt honored, in having to give its light and heat to its Creator; it recognized the One who had created it—its true Lord, and made feast for Him and paid Him honor by giving Him its light.  The earth felt honored, when it felt Me lying in a manger; it felt touched by My tender limbs, and exulted with joy with prodigious signs.  All Creation saw their true King and Lord in their midst; and feeling honored, each one wanted to perform its office for Me:  the water wanted to quench My thirst; the birds, with their trills and warblings, wanted to cheer Me; the wind wanted to caress Me; the air wanted to kiss Me—all wanted to pay Me their innocent tribute.  Only men, ungrateful, even though all felt something unusual within themselves—a joy, a powerful strength—were reluctant; and suffocating everything, they did not move.  And even though I called them with tears, with moans and sobs, they did not move, except for some few shepherds.  Yet, it was for man that I was coming upon earth!  I was coming to give Myself to him, to save him, and to bring him back to My Celestial Fatherland.  Therefore, I was all eyes to see whether he would come before Me in order to receive the great gift of My divine and human Life.  So, the Incarnation was nothing less than placing Myself at the mercy of the creature.  In the Incarnation I placed Myself at the mercy of My dear Mama; as I was born, Saint Joseph too was added, to whom I gave the gift of My Life.  And since my works are eternal and not subject to ending, this Divinity, this Word who descended from Heaven, never withdrew from the earth, so as to have the occasion to give Himself continuously to all creatures.  As long as I lived, I gave Myself in an unveiled manner; then, a few hours before dying, I made the great prodigy of leaving Myself in the Sacrament, so that, whoever wanted Me, could receive the great gift of My Life.  I paid no attention either to the offenses they would give Me, or to their refusals to receive Me.  I said to Myself:  ‘I have given Myself—I do not want to withdraw, ever.  Let them do to Me whatever they want—I will always be theirs, and at their disposal’.”

Eighth Excess of Love

“My daughter, do not leave Me alone; place your head upon the womb of My dear Mama, and even from the outside you will hear My moans and My supplications.  In seeing that neither My moans nor My supplications move the creature to compassion for My Love, I assume the attitude of the poorest of beggars; and stretching out My little hand, I ask—for pity’s sake, and at least as alms—for their souls, for their affections and for their hearts.  My love wanted to win over the heart of man at any cost; and in seeing that after seven excesses of My Love, he was still reluctant, he played deaf, he did not care about Me and did not want to give himself to Me, My Love wanted to push itself further.  It should have stopped; but no, it wanted to overflow even more from within its boundaries; and from the womb of My Mama, it made My voice reach every heart, with the most insinuating manners, with the most fervent prayers, with the most penetrating words.  And do you know what I said to them?  ‘My child, give me your heart; I will give you everything you want, provided that you give Me your heart in exchange.  I have descended from Heaven to make a prey of it.  O please, do not deny it to Me!  Do not delude my hopes!’  And in seeing him reluctant—even more, many turned their backs to Me—I passed on to moaning; I joined My little hands and, crying, with a voice suffocated by sobs, I added:  ‘Ohh! Ohh! I am the little beggar; you don’t want to give Me your heart—not even as alms?  Is this not a greater excess of My Love; that the Creator, in order to approach the creature, takes the form of a little baby so as not to strike fear in him; that He asks for the heart of the creature, at least as alms, and in seeing that he does not want to give it, He supplicates, moans and cries?”

Then I heard Him say:  “And you, don’t you want to give Me your heart?  Or maybe you too want Me to moan, beg and cry in order to give Me your heart?  Do you want to deny Me the alms I ask of you?”  And as He was saying this I heard Him as though sobbing, and I:  “My Jesus, do not cry, I give You my heart and all of myself.”  Then, the interior voice continued:  “Move further; pass on to the ninth excess of My Love.”

From the Calendar--December 23, 1921 Volume 13

Then, after this, I was about to close my eyes to sleep, and I said to myself:  “My sleep too in Your Will.  Even more, may my breath be transformed into Yours, so that what Jesus did when He would sleep, I may do as well.  But then, did my Jesus really sleep?”  And Jesus came back and added:  “My daughter, My sleep was extremely brief, but I did sleep.  However, I did not sleep for Myself, but for creatures.  I, as the Head, represented the whole human family, and I had to lay My Humanity over all in order to give them rest.  I could see all creatures covered with a mantle of disturbances, of struggles, of restlessness—some were falling into sin, and remained sad; some were dominated by tyrannical passions which they wanted to conquer, and remained disturbed; some wanted to do good, and struggled in order to do it.  In sum, there was no peace, because true peace is possessed when the will of the creature returns into the Will of its Creator, from which it came out.  Outside of the center, shifted from the origin, there is no peace.  So, while sleeping, My Humanity laid Itself over all, wrapping them as though within a mantle, just like the hen when it calls its chicks under its maternal wings to make them sleep.  In the same way, extending Myself over all, I called all My children under My wings, to give to some forgiveness of sin, to some victory over passions, to some strength in the struggle—to give peace and rest to all.  And in order not to strike fear in them, and to give them courage, I did this while sleeping.  Who would fear someone who is sleeping?”

Seventh Excess of Love

The interior voice continued:  “My daughter, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness and in so much darkness.  Do not leave the womb of My Mama, so you may see the seventh excess of My Love.  Listen to Me:  in the womb of My Celestial Father I was fully happy; there was no good which I did not possess; joy, happiness—everything was at My disposal.  The angels adored Me reverently, hanging upon My every wish.  Ah, excess of My Love!  I could say that it made Me change My destiny; it restrained Me within this gloomy prison; it stripped Me of all My joys, happinesses and goods, to clothe Me with all the unhappinesses of creatures—and all this in order to make an exchange, to give them My destiny, My joys and My eternal happiness.  But this would have been nothing had I not found in them highest ingratitude and obstinate perfidy.  Oh, how My eternal Love was surprised in the face of so much ingratitude, and how it cried over the stubbornness and perfidy of man.  Ingratitude was the sharpest thorn that pierced My Heart, from My conception up to the last moment of My life.  Look at my little heart—it is wounded, and pours out blood.  What pain!  What torture I feel!  My daughter, do not be ungrateful to Me.  Ingratitude is the hardest pain for your Jesus—it is to close the door in My face, leaving Me numb with cold.  But My Love did not stop at so much ingratitude; it took the attitude of supplicating, imploring, moaning and begging love.  This is the eighth excess of My Love.”

From the Calendar--December 22, 1926 Volume 20

I was thinking about the Supreme Fiat, and was praying my sweet Jesus to give me the grace, so great, of making me fulfill His Most Holy Will entirely and completely, and of making It known to the whole world, so that He might be reintegrated in the glory which creatures deny Him.  Now, while I was thinking of this and other things, sweet Jesus moved in my interior and told me:  “My daughter, what is the purpose for which you want My Will to be fulfilled in you and to be known by all?”  And I:  “I want it because You want it.  I want it, so that the divine order and Your Kingdom may be established on earth.  I want it, so that the human family may no longer live as estranged from You, but it may be bound once again to the Divine Family, from which it had its origin.”  And Jesus, sighing, added:  “My daughter, your purpose and Mine are one.  When a son has the same purpose as his father, he wants what his father wants, he never dwells in somebody else’s home, he works in the fields of his father, and if he finds himself with people, he speaks of the goodness, of the ingenuity, of the great purposes of his father.  It is said of this son that he loves his father, that he is the perfect copy of him, that it shows clearly from all sides that he belongs to that family, that he is a worthy son who carries within himself, with honor, the generation of his father.  

“Such are the signs that one belongs to the Celestial Family—to have the same purpose as Mine, to want My same Will, to dwell in It as in one’s own home, to work in order to make It known. …”

Sixth Excess of Love

“My daughter, come, pray My dear Mama to set aside a little space for you within her maternal womb, that you yourself may see the painful state in which I find Myself.”  So, in my thoughts, it seemed that our Queen Mama made me a little room to make Jesus content, and placed me in it.  But the darkness was such that I could not see Him; I could only hear His breathing, while He continued to say in my interior:  “My daughter, look at another excess of My Love.  I am the eternal light; the sun is a shadow of My light.  But do you see where My Love led Me—in what a dark prison I am?  There is not a glimmer of light; it is always night for Me—but a night without stars, without rest.  I am always awake…what pain!  The narrowness of this prison—without being able to make the slightest movement; the thick darkness…; even My breathing, as I breathe through the breathing of my Mama—oh, how labored it is!  To this, add the darkness of the sins of creatures.  Each sin was a night for Me, and combined together they formed an abyss of darkness, with no boundaries.  What pain!  Oh, excess of My Love—making Me pass from an immensity of light and space into an abyss of thick darkness, so narrow as to lose the freedom to breathe; and all this, for love of creatures.”

As He was saying this, He moaned—moans almost suffocated because of the lack of space; and He cried.  I was consumed with crying.  I thanked Him, I compassionated Him; I wanted to make Him a little light with my love, as He told me to.  But who can say all?  Then, the same interior voice added:  “Enough for now; move on to the seventh excess of My Love.”

From the Calendar--December 21, 1930 Volume 28

So, while I was following the acts of the Divine Will done in Creation, my sweet Jesus, making Himself seen and looking at me, told me:  “My daughter, how sweet it is for Me to look at a soul who lets herself be worked by My Divine Will.  A triumph takes place from one side to the other:  My Will invests the intelligence of the creature, and she lets herself be invested.  In sum, they form an accord on both sides; and then My Will forms Its triumph over each thought of the creature, and she acquires and makes a triumph of the many divine thoughts within her mind.  So, My Divine Will triumphs by giving and taking possession of it; the soul triumphs by wanting it and receiving it.  So, if she looks, if she speaks, if she palpitates, if she operates and walks, those are all triumphs of My Will over the creature; and she triumphs and takes possession of many divine acts.  Amid these exchanges of triumphs and possessions, such joy and happiness is formed on both sides, that you cannot comprehend them all.  In fact, you must know that when good, the triumph, the possession, is done between two—then does it bring joy and happiness.  Isolated good has made no one happy; as it sees itself alone, it loses all the beauty of happiness.  Therefore My Divine Will keeps searching for Its creature in order to form Its triumphs, to be able to form, together with her, Its joys, Its happinesses, on the face of the earth.”

Fifth Excess of Love

And the interior voice continued:  “My daughter, do not move away from Me, do not leave Me alone; My love wants your company.  This is another excess of My love, which does not want to be alone.  But do you know whose company it wants?  That of the creature.  See, in the womb of My Mama, all of  the creatures are together with Me—conceived together with Me.  I am with them, all love.  I want to tell them how much I love them; I want to speak with them to tell them of My joys and sorrows—that I have come into their midst to make them happy and to console them; that I will remain in their midst as a little brother, giving My goods, My kingdom, to each one of them at the cost of My life.  I want to give them My kisses and My caresses.  I want to amuse myself with them, but—ah, how many sorrows they give Me!  Some run away from Me, some play deaf and force Me into silence; some despise My goods and do not care about My kingdom, returning My kisses and caresses with indifference and obliviousness of Me, so they convert My amusement into bitter crying.  Oh!  How lonely I am, though in the midst of many.  Oh! How loneliness weighs upon Me.  I have no one to whom to say a word, with whom to pour Myself out, not even in love.  I am always sad and taciturn, because if I speak, I am not listened to.  Ah! My daughter, I beg you, I implore you, do not leave Me alone in so much loneliness; give Me the good of letting Me speak by listening to Me; lend your ear to My teachings.  I am the Master of masters.  How many things do I want to teach you!  If you listen to Me, you will stop My crying and I will amuse Myself with you.  Don’t you want to amuse yourself with Me?”

And as I abandoned myself in Him, giving Him my compassion in His loneliness, the interior voice continued:  “Enough, enough; move on to consider the sixth excess of my love.”

From the Calendar--December 20, 1925 Volume 18

… On hearing this, I said to Him:  “My Love, Jesus, so, Your eyes have shed also my tears, as well as those of our first father Adam.  And I want You to pour them upon my soul, to give me the grace not only to do Your Most Holy Will, but to possess It as my own thing and my own will.” At that moment, Jesus shook His head, and from His face tears flowed onto my poor soul; and He added:  “Daughter of My Will, indeed I shed your tears, so that, as they would pass through My eyes, I might give you the great gift of My Will.  That which Adam could not receive with his tears, even though they too passed through My eyes, you can receive.  In fact, before sinning, Adam possessed My Will, and with the possession of My Will he grew in the likeness of his Creator; and he grew so much as to form the enchantment of all Heaven, and all felt honored in serving him.  After sin, he lost the possession of My Will, and even though he wept over his fault and he sinned no more, he was able to do My Will, but not to possess It, because the Divine Offended One was missing, who was to form the new divine graft between the creature and the Creator, in order to let him cross again the thresholds of the possessions of the Eternal Volition.  

“This graft was made by Me, Eternal Word, after four thousand years, when Adam had already passed on to the thresholds of Eternity.  But in spite of this divine graft done by Me with tears and sighs and unheard-of pains, how many reduce themselves to the conditions of Adam after sin—merely doing My Will?  Others do not want to know It; others rebel against It.  Only one who lives in My Will rises to the state of Adam innocent, before falling into sin.  In fact, there is great distance between those who do My Will and those who possess It—the same distance which passes between Adam innocent and Adam after sin.  And I, in coming upon earth, was to act as God; I was to complete the work of man in everything; I was to raise him to the first point of his origin, by giving him the possession of My Will.  And even though many make use of My coming as remedy for their salvation, and therefore take My Will as medicine, as strength and as antidote in order not to go to hell, I will still wait, that souls may arise who take It as life; and by making It known, they may take possession of It.  In this way, I will complete the work of My coming upon earth, and the divine graft, formed anew with the creature, will have fruit.  Then will My tears turn into celestial and divine smiles, for Me and for them.”

Fourth Excess of Love

“My daughter, from the devouring love, move on to look at My operative love.  Each conceived soul brought Me the burden of her sins, of her weaknesses and passions, and My love commanded Me to take the burden of each one of them.  And it conceived not only the souls, but the pains of each one, as well as the satisfaction which each one of them was to give to My Celestial Father.  So My Passion was conceived together with Me.  Look well at Me in the womb of My Celestial Mama.  Oh!  How tortured was my little Humanity.  Look well at My little head, surrounded by a crown of thorns, which, pressed tightly around My temples, made rivers of tears pour out from My eyes; nor was I able to make a move to dry them.  O Please! Be moved to compassion for Me, dry My eyes from so much crying—you, who have free arms to be able to do it.  These thorns are the crown of the so many evil thoughts which crowd the human minds.  Oh! How they prick Me, more than thorns which sprout from the earth.  But, look again—what a long crucifixion of nine months:  I could not move a finger or a hand or a foot.  I was always immobile; there was no room to be able to move even a tiny bit.  What a long and hard crucifixion, with the addition that all evil works, assuming the form of nails, continuously pierced My hands and feet.”  

So He continued to narrate to me pains upon pains—all the martyrdoms of His little Humanity, such that, if I wanted to tell them all, I would be too long.

I abandoned myself to crying, and I heard in my interior:  “My daughter, I would like to hug you, but I am unable to do so—there is no room, I am immobile, I cannot do it.  I would like to come to you, but I am unable to walk.  For now, you hug Me and you come to Me; then, when I come out of the maternal womb, I will come to you.”  But as I hugged Him and squeezed Him tightly to my heart with my imagination, an interior voice told me:  “Enough for now, My daughter; move on to consider the fifth excess of my love.”

From the Calendar--December 19, 1926 Volume 20

[Jesus speaking] “…as soon as the Eternal Word clothed Himself with human flesh, It constituted Itself life of each of His acts, so as to form more goods for them, powerful aids and effective remedies, more within the reach of decayed humanity, so as to realize the purpose of making them possess what was issued in Creation.  There is nothing that comes from Us, which does not have this purpose—that the creature and everything return into Our Will.  If it were not so, We would render Ourselves extraneous to Our own works.  So, Creation, Redemption, My daughter, have the primary purpose that everything be Our Will, in Heaven and on earth; therefore, It flows everywhere, It is present in every place, to make everything Its own, and to give everything that belongs to It.  Therefore, be attentive in following Our works; satisfy this desire, so insistent, of My Supreme Will, which wants those who possess Its goods.”

Third Excess of Love

As I moved on from the second to the third meditation, an interior voice told me:  “My daughter, place your head upon the womb of my Mama, and look deep into it at my little Humanity.  My love devoured Me; the fires, the oceans, the immense seas of love of my Divinity inundated Me, burned Me to ashes, and sent their flames so high as to rise and reach everywhere – all generations, from the first to the last man.  My little Humanity was devoured in the midst of such flames; but do you know what my eternal love wants Me to devour?  Ah!  Souls!  And only then was I content, when I devoured them all, to remain conceived with Me.  I was God, and I was to operate as God – I had to take them all.  My love would have given Me no peace, had I excluded any of them.  Ah!  My daughter, look well into the womb of my Mama; fix well your eyes on my conceived Humanity, and you will find your soul conceived with Me, and the flames of my love that devour you.  Oh!  How much I loved you, and I do love you!”

I felt dissolved in the midst of so much love, nor was I able to go out of it; but a voice called me loudly, saying:  “My daughter, this is nothing yet; cling more tightly to Me, and give your hands to my dear Mama, that She may hold you to her maternal womb.  And you, take another look at my little conceived Humanity, and watch the fourth excess of my love.”

From the Calendar--December 18, 1920 Volume 12

After this, I felt I was outside of myself, and I found myself together with my sweet Jesus, but so clasped with Him, and He with me, that I almost could not see His Divine Person.  And I, I don’t know how, said:  “My sweet Jesus, while I am clasped to You, I want to attest to You my love, my gratitude, and everything that the creature has the duty to do, because You have created our Immaculate Queen Mama—the most beautiful, the holiest, and a portent of grace, enriching Her with all gifts, and making Her also our Mother.  And this I do in the name of creatures, past, present and future; I want to seize, in flight, each act of creature—word, thought, heartbeat and step, and in each of them tell You that I love You, I thank You, I bless You, I adore You, for all that You have done for my Celestial Mama and Yours.”  Jesus enjoyed my act—but so much, that He said to me:  “My daughter, I was anxiously awaiting this act of yours in the name of all generations.  My justice, My love, felt the need of this requital, because great are the graces that descend upon all, for having so enriched My Mama.  Yet, they never have a word, a ‘thank You’, to say to Me.” 

Second Excess of Love

Then, my mind brought itself into the maternal womb, and remained stupefied in considering a God so great in Heaven, now so annihilated, restricted, constrained, as to be unable to move, and almost even to breathe.

The interior voice told me:  “Do you see how much I have loved you?  O please, make Me a little space in your heart; remove everything which is not Mine, so you will give Me more freedom to move and to breathe.”

My heart was consumed; I asked for His forgiveness, I promised to be completely His own, I poured myself out in crying; but – I say this to my confusion – I would go back to my usual defects.  Oh Jesus, how good You are with this miserable creature!

From the Calendar--December 17, 1914 Volume 11

Continuing in my usual state and being very afflicted because of the privations of Jesus, after many hardships He came, making Himself seen in all of my poor being.  It seemed to me as if I were the garment of Jesus.  Then, breaking the silence, He told me:  “My daughter, you too can form hosts and consecrate them.  Do you see the garment that covers Me in the Sacrament?  These are the accidents of the bread with which the host is formed.  The life which exists in this host is My Body, My Blood and My Divinity.  The attitude which contains this life is My Supreme Will, and this Will carries out the love, the reparation, the immolation, and all the rest that I do in the Sacrament, which never moves one point from My Volition.  There is nothing that comes from Me which is not led by mM Volition.

“Here is how you too can form the host.  The host is material and totally human; you too have a material body and a human will.  This body and this will of yours—if you keep them pure, upright and far away from any shadow of sin—are the accidents, the veils, so that I may be able to consecrate Myself and live hidden within you.  But this is not enough; it would be like the host without consecration—My life is needed.  My life is composed of sanctity, of love, of wisdom, of power, etc., but the engine of all is My Will.  Therefore, after you have prepared the host, you must make your will die in this host; you must cook it well, so that it may not be born again.  Then you must let My Will permeate all your being; and My Will, which contains the whole of My life, will form the true and perfect consecration.  So, the human thought will have life no more, but only the thought of My Volition, and this consecration will create My wisdom in your mind; no more life for what is human, for weakness, for inconstancy, because My Will will form the consecration of the Divine Life, of fortitude, of firmness, and of all that I am.  So, each time you make your will, your desires, and all that you are and that you may do, flow into My Will, I will renew the consecration, and I will continue My life within you as in a living host—not a dead one, like the hosts without Me.  

“But this is not all.  In the consecrated hosts, in the pyxes, in the Tabernacles, everything is dead—mute; not a heartbeat sensibly, not a surge of love which may correspond to so much love of Mine.  If it wasn’t for the fact that I wait for hearts in order to give Myself to them, I would be quite unhappy, I would remain defrauded in My Love, and My sacramental Life would remain without purpose.  And if I tolerate this in the Tabernacles, I would not tolerate it in living hosts.  So, life needs nourishment, and in the Sacrament I want to be nourished, and I want to be nourished with My own food —hat is, the soul will make My Will, My love, My prayers, reparations and sacrifices her own; she will give them to Me as if they were her own things, and I will nourish Myself.  The soul will unite with Me, she will prick up her ears to hear what I am doing so as to do it together with Me; and as she keeps repeating My own acts, she will give Me her food, and I will be happy.  Only in these living hosts will I find the compensation for the loneliness, the starvation, and all that I suffer in the Tabernacles.”

First Excess of Love

As for example, for one hour, with my thought, I brought myself to Paradise, and I imagined the Most Holy Trinity: the Father, sending the Son upon earth; the Son, promptly obeying the Will of the Father; the Holy Spirit, consenting.

My mind was confused in contemplating a mystery so great, a love so reciprocal, so equal, so strong among Themselves and toward men; and then, the ingratitude of men, and especially my own.  I would have remained there, not for one hour, but for the whole day; but an interior voice told me:  “Enough – come and see other greater excesses of my love.”

From the Calendar--December 16, 1928 Volume 25

After this, the confessor was reading in the chapel the first excess of the love of Jesus in the Incarnation; and my sweet Jesus, from within my interior, pricked up His ears to listen.  And drawing me to Himself, He said to me:  “My daughter, how happy I feel in listening to them.  But My happiness increases in keeping you in this house of My Will, as both of us are listeners:  I, of what I have told you, and you, of what you have heard from Me.  My love swells, boils and overflows.  Listen, listen—how beautiful it is!  The word contains the breath, and as it is spoken, the word carries the breath which, like air, goes around from mouth to mouth and communicates the strength of My creative word; and the new creation which My word contains descends into the hearts.  Listen, My daughter:  in Redemption I had the cortege of My Apostles, and I was in their midst, all love, in order to instruct them; I spared no toil in order to form the foundation of My Church.  Now, in this house, I feel the cortege of the first children of My Will, and I feel my loving scenes being repeated, in seeing you in their midst, all love, wanting to impart the lessons about My Divine Fiat in order to form the foundations of the Kingdom of My Divine Will.  If you knew how happy I feel in seeing you speak about My Divine Volition….  I anxiously await the moment when you begin to speak, in order to listen to you, and to feel the happiness that my Divine Will brings Me.”   

From the Calendar--December 15, 1926 Volume 20

I was continuing my round in the Creation, in order to follow the Supreme Will in all created things; but while I was doing this, I thought in my mind:  “What good do I do, what glory do I give to this adorable Fiat, by going through all created things, as though in review, to place in them even just one little ‘I love You’ of mine?  Who knows whether this might not be a waste of time that I do.”  Now, while I was thinking of this, my sweet Jesus moved in my interior and told me:  “My daughter, what are you saying?  With My Will one never wastes time; on the contrary, by following It, one gains the eternal time.  Now, you must know that each created thing contains a delight, one distinct from the other; and these delights were placed by Us, and were to serve Us to delight Ourselves and the creature.  Now, in each created thing runs Our Love, and as you go through them, you make the little note of your love run.  Don’t you want, then, in the face of so much love of Ours, to place your little notes, your dots, your commas, your little strings which say ‘love’ and, harmonizing with Our Love, form the delight wanted by Us for Ourselves and for you?  Only when there is company, then is a delight enjoyed more; isolation makes the enjoyment die.  So, the company you give Us by going around in the Creation makes Us remember of Our many delights which were placed by Us in each created thing; it makes Us live through Our enjoyments again; and while you delight Us, We delight you.  And besides, perhaps you too want to leave Our Will isolated?  No, no; it is befitting for the little daughter never to leave her Mother alone, and to remain always on Her knees to follow Her in all Her acts.”