From the Calendar--December 1907 Volume 8

As I was in my usual state, I found myself with the thought of when blessed Jesus met His blessed Mother on the way to Calvary; and while I was compassionating both one and the other, sweet Jesus told me:  “My daughter, My Mother went out on the day of My Passion only to be able meet and relieve Her Son.  In the same way, for a true loving soul, her intention in all of her actions is only that of encountering her Beloved, and of relieving Him from the weight of His Cross.  And since human life is a continuous attitude of actions, both external and internal, the soul does nothing but meet her Beloved continuously.  And will she just meet Him?  No, no; she will greet Him, she will embrace Him.  She kisses Him, she consoles Him, she loves Him, be it even with a little word said in passing; and He will be satisfied and content.  And since the action always contains a sacrifice, if the action is done to encounter the sacrifice contained in it, it will serve to relieve Me from the weight of My Cross.  What will be the happiness of this soul who, in her actions, is always in contact with Me?  How My Love will grow ever more at each additional encounter she has by means of her acting with Me!  But, how few are those who make use of it to find the shortest way in their actions to come to Me, cling to Me, and relieve Me from the many afflictions that creatures give Me!”

From the Calendar--December 30, 1916 Volume 11

Now, My daughter, in My likeness, I made the soul free in her will and in her love.  So, others might take possession of the external works of the creature, but no one—no one can do so with her interior, with her will and her love.  I Myself wanted her to be free in this, so that, freely, not being forced, this will and this love might run toward Me; and immersing herself in Me, she might offer Me the noblest and purest acts which a creature can give Me; and since I am free, and so is she, we might pour ourselves into each other and run—run toward Heaven to love and glorify the Father, and to dwell together with the Sacrosanct Trinity; run toward the earth to do good to all; run into the hearts of all to strike them with our Love, to chain them with our Will, and make of them conquests.  Greater dowry I could not give to the creature.  But where can the creature make greater display of this free will and of this love?  In suffering.  In it love grows, the will is magnified, and, as queen, the creature rules over herself, she binds My Heart, and her pains surround Me like a crown, they move Me to pity, and I let Myself be dominated.  I cannot resist the pains of a loving soul, and I keep her at My side like a queen.  In the pains, the dominion of this creature is so great, that they make her acquire noble, dignified, ingratiating, heroic, disinterested manners, similar to my manners; and the other creatures compete to let themselves be dominated by this soul.  And the more the soul operates with Me, is united with Me, identifies herself with Me, the more I feel absorbed by the soul.  So, as she thinks, I feel My thought being absorbed in her mind; as she looks, as she speaks, as she breathes, I feel My gaze, My voice, My breath, My action, step and heartbeat being absorbed in hers.  She absorbs all of Me, and while she absorbs Me, she keeps acquiring My manners, my likeness; I keep gazing at Myself in her continuously, and I find Myself.”

From the Calendar--December 29, 1923 Volume 16

Afterwards, I received Holy Communion, and according to my usual way I was calling all created things, placing them around Jesus, so that all might surround Him like a crown and give return of love and homages to their Creator.  They all ran at my call, and I could see in clear notes all the love of my Jesus for me in all created things.  Jesus awaited with such great tenderness of love, within my heart, the return of so much love; and I, hovering over everything and embracing everything, would bring myself to the feet of Jesus, and would say to Him:  “My Love, my Jesus, You have created everything for me, and gave it to me as gift; therefore everything is mine, and I give it to You in order to love You.  And so I say to You, ‘I love You’ in each drop of light of the sun; ‘I love You’ in the twinkling of the stars; ‘I love You’ in each drop of water.  Your Will makes me see your ‘I love You’ for me even in the depths of the ocean, and I impress my ‘I love You’ for You in every fish that darts in the sea.  I want to impress my ‘I love You’ on the flight of each bird—I love You’ everywhere, my Love.  I want to impress my ‘I love You’ upon the wings of the wind, in the moving of the leaves, in every spark of fire—I love You’ for myself and for all.”

The whole Creation was with me saying “I love You,” but when I wanted to embrace all human generations in the Eternal Volition, to have all prostrate themselves before Jesus, so that all might fulfill their duty of saying “I love You” to Jesus in each one of their acts, words and thoughts, they would escape me, and I would get lost and would not know how to do it.  So I said this to Jesus, and He:  “Yet, My daughter, the living in My Will is precisely this:  to bring the whole Creation before Me and, in the name of all, give Me the return of their duties.  No one must escape you, otherwise My Will would find some voids in the Creation, and would not be satisfied.  But do you know why you do not find everyone, and many escape you?  It is the force of the free will.  However, I want to teach you the secret of where to find them all:  enter into My Humanity, and in It you will find all of their acts as though held in custody, which I took on the commitment to satisfy for, on their behalf, before My Celestial Father.  You, keep following all of My acts, which were the acts of all, and in this way you will find everything and will give Me return of love for everyone and for everything.  Everything is in Me; having done it for all, in Me is the deposit of everything; and I render to the Divine Father the duty of love for all, and whoever wants it, can use it as the way through which to ascend to Heaven.”  So I entered into Jesus, and with ease I found everything and everyone; and following the works of Jesus, I would say:  “I love You in each thought of creature; I love You on the flight of each gaze; I love You in each sound of a word; I love You in each heartbeat, breath and affection; I love You in each drop of blood, in each work and step.”  But who can say all that I would do and say?  Many things one is not able to say; even more, whatever one can say is said very poorly, compared to the way it is said when one is together with Jesus.  Then, while saying “I love You,” I found myself inside myself.         

From the Calendar--December 28, 1921 Volume 13

I was feeling very afflicted, and with such an oppression as to feel myself dying, because of certain things which it is not necessary to write here.  Now, my sweet Jesus, on coming, took me in His arms in order to sustain me and give me strength; and then, all sweetness and goodness, told me:  “My daughter, what’s wrong? what’s wrong?  You oppress yourself too much, and I do not want this.”  And I:  “My Jesus, help me, do not abandon me in so much bitterness.  And what oppresses me the most is that I feel a volition arise in me, which would want to say to You:  ‘This time You will do my will—not I Yours.’ The mere thought of this gives me death.  Oh! how true it is that Your Will is life.  But the circumstances push me.  O please! help me.”  And I burst into tears.  And Jesus, letting His hands be wet by my tears and squeezing me more, added:  “My daughter, courage, do not fear—I am all for you.  See how beautiful My hands are, pearled with the tears of one who fears not doing My Will.  Not one of them fell to the ground.  Now listen and calm yourself:  I will do what you want, but not because you want it; rather, as if I Myself wanted it.  Aren’t you happy? …”

From the Calendar--December 27, 1908 Volume 8

I was meditating on when the Queen Mama would give Her milk to Baby Jesus.  I was saying to myself:  “What must have passed between the Most Holy Mama and little Jesus in this act?”  At that moment, I felt Him move in my interior, and I heard Him say to me:  “My daughter, when I suckled milk from the breast of My most sweet Mother, together with milk I suckled the love of Her Heart—and it was more love than milk that I suckled.  While suckling, I would hear Her say to Me:  ‘I love You, I love You, O Son,’ and I would repeat to Her:  ‘I love You, I love You, O Mama.’  And I was not alone in this; at My ‘I love You,’ the Father, the Holy Spirit and the whole of Creation—the Angels, the Saints, the stars, the sun, the drops of water, the plants, the flowers, the grains of sand, all of the elements, would run after My ‘I love You’, and repeat:  ‘We love You, we love You, O Mother of our God, in the love of our Creator.’

“My Mother could see all this, and would remain inundated.  She could find not even a tiny space in which She would not hear Me say that I loved Her.  Her love would remain behind and almost alone, and She would repeat:  ‘I love You, I love You….’  But She could never match Me, because the love of a creature has its limits, its time, while My Love is uncreated, unending, eternal.  The same happens to any soul when she says to me, ‘I love You’; I too repeat to her, ‘I love you,’ and with Me is the whole Creation, loving her in my Love.  Oh, if creatures comprehended what good and honor they procure for themselves even by just saying to Me:  ‘I love You!’  This alone would be enough—a God beside them who, honoring them, replies:  ‘I love you too.’” 

Letter #21 of the little daughter of the Divine Will Luisa Piccarreta

So, this is my Christmas wish for you that you raise up for me the Divine Infant and make Him happy; and that you place your human will into His little hands to play with, so that, after all the tears He sheds for you, He may see that you make Him smile.

And then, the dear Little Jesus wants to entrust you with another task: that you make everyone around you know that each soul possesses Jesus in their hearts, and you must teach them how to make Him grow.

If you do this, you will be peaceful, because you will form many tabernacles for Little Jesus.

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.”