From the Calendar--January 8, 1909 Volume 8

Having received Communion, at the best moment I was thinking of how I could cling to blessed Jesus more then ever, and He said to me:  “In order to cling more tightly to Me, to the point of dissolving your being in Mine, just as I transfuse Mine into yours, you must take what is Mine in everything, and in everything leave what is yours; in such a way that if you always think of things which are holy and regard only what is good, and the honor and glory of God, you leave your mind and take the Divine.  If you speak, if you operate good, and only out of love for God, you leave your mouth and your hands, and you take My mouth and My hands.  If you walk along holy and upright paths, you will walk with My own feet; if your heart loves Me alone, you will leave your heart and will take Mine, and will love Me with My own Love; and so with all the rest.  So, you will be enveloped with all My things, and I with all of yours.  Can there be a tighter union than this?  If the soul reaches the point of no longer recognizing herself, but the Divine Being within her, these are the fruits of good Communions, and this is the divine purpose in wanting to communicate Himself to souls.  But, how frustrated My Love remains, and how few are the fruits that souls gather from this Sacrament, to the point that the majority of them remain indifferent, and even nauseated by this divine food.”

From the Calendar--January 7, 1930 Volume 27

Then, I was following the acts of the Divine Will, accompanying them with my “I love You,” and I could comprehend the great difference in greatness and magnitude of the works of the Divine Fiat and of my little “I love You.” Oh! how small I felt, and truly just newly born before that Fiat which can do everything and embraces everything.  And my lovable Jesus, clasping me in His arms, told me:  “My daughter, one who lives in My Divine Will is My rich bank upon earth; and as you say your “I love You,” I invest it with My own, and from small it becomes great, it diffuses in the infinite, in such a way that the riches of My love become immeasurable, and I deposit them in the bank of your soul.  And as you continue your acts, I invest them with Mine, and I deposit them in your bank so as to have My divine bank upon earth.  Therefore, your little acts done in My Divine Volition serve Me in order to give Me something to do, to make Our divine qualities, which are infinite, flow in your little acts, which are finite, mix them together and make of them as many acts of Ours, depositing them in the bank of your soul, so that Our bank may find in you Its Heaven.  Don’t you know that one who must live in Our Divine Fiat must be a nimbus of Heaven?  Such that, as it lowers itself upon earth—but so much as to eliminate any distance—at that point of the earth where there is the fortunate creature, one must see Heaven, not earth. …”

From the Calendar--January 6, 1904 Volume 6

Continuing in my usual state, blessed Baby Jesus came, and after He placed Himself in my arms and He blessed me with His little hands, He told me:  “My daughter, since the human race is all one family, when someone does some good work and offers something to Me, the whole human family participates in that offering and is present to Me as if all were offering it.  As for example, today, as the Magi offered their gifts to Me, I had all human generations present in their persons, and all participated in the merit of their good work.  The first thing they offered to Me was gold, and I, in return, gave them the intelligence and the knowledge of the truth.  But do you know which gold I want now from souls?  Not material gold—no, but spiritual gold, that is, the gold of their will, the gold of their affections, of their desires, of their own tastes, the gold of the whole interior of man.  This is all the gold that the soul has, and I want it all for Myself.  Now, it is almost difficult for the soul to give this to Me without sacrificing and mortifying herself; and here is how myrrh, like electric wire, binds the interior of man, renders it more resplendent, and gives it the tint of multiple colors, giving all kinds of beauties to the soul.  But this is not all; it takes someone who maintains the colors always vivid, and the freshness which, almost like fragrance and breeze, blows from within the soul.  It takes someone who offers and obtains greater gifts than the ones he gives; and it also takes someone who forces the One who receives and the One who gives to dwell in his own interior, keeping Him in continuous conversation and in continuous commerce with himself.  So, who does all this?  It is prayer, especially the spirit of interior prayer, which knows how to convert into gold, not only the internal works, but also the external works—and this is the incense.”

From the Calendar--January 5, 1903 Volume 4

This morning I felt almost free of sufferings.  I myself did not know what to do, when I felt I was outside of myself and I saw people from our country who, in addition to the words and the calumnies they had spoken, were plotting to come to deeds.  In the meantime I saw blessed Jesus and I said:  “Lord, You give too much liberty to these infernal men.  Up until now it has been about infernal words, but now they want to reach the point of laying hands on Your ministers.  Bind them, and have compassion on them, and, at the same time, defend those who belong to You.”  And He:  “Daughter, this freedom is necessary in order to recognize the good and the evil.  Know, however, that I am tired of man—so tired that I share it with you.  In fact, when you feel that tiredness of this state of victim, and almost the will to go out of it, this comes to you from Me; and I warn you to be attentive not to put your will in, for I am looking for the will of the creature to lean on it and chastise the rebels.  However, let us try—again I will make you suffer, and they will be left without strength and will not be able to do anything of what they want.”  Who can say what I suffered and how many times He renewed my crucifixion!  And while doing this, raising His hand toward Heaven, He told me:  “My daughter, I did not make man for the earth, but for Heaven; his mind, his heart, and everything that his interior contains were to exist in Heaven.  Had he done this, he would have received the influence of the Most Holy Trinity within his three powers, and It would have been copied within himself; but since he occupies himself with earth, he receives mud, rot and the whole bilge of vices that the earth contains.”

From the Calendar--January 4, 1907 Volume 17

Having completed my whole day, I was thinking to myself:  “What else is left for me to do?”  And in my interior I heard, being said to me:  “You have to do the most important thing—your last act of fusing yourself in the Divine Will.”  So, according to my usual way, I began to fuse all my poor being in the Supreme Will; and while I was doing this, it seemed to me that the Heavens were opening, and I was going to meet the whole Celestial Court, and all of Heaven was coming toward me.  And my sweet Jesus told me:  “My daughter, fusing yourself in My Will is the most solemn, the greatest, the most important act of your whole life.  To fuse yourself in My Will is to enter the sphere of eternity, to embrace It, to kiss It, and to receive the deposit of the goods which the Eternal Will contains.  Even more, as the soul fuses herself in the Supreme Volition, all go to meet her, in order to deposit in her everything they have.  The Angels, the Saints, the very Divinity—they all deposit, knowing that they are depositing in that same Will in which everything is safe.  Even more, in receiving these goods, with her acts in the Divine Will the soul multiplies them and gives back double glory and honor to the whole of Heaven.  So, by fusing yourself in My Will you put Heaven and earth in motion; it is a new feast for the whole Empyreum.  And since to fuse oneself in My Will is to love and to give for all and for each one, without excluding anyone, in My goodness, so as not to let Myself be surpassed in love by the creature, I place in her the goods of all, and all possible goods which I contain within Me.  Nor can there be lack of space in which to place all goods, because My Will is immense, and lends Itself to receiving everything.  If you knew what you do and what happens when you fuse yourself in My Will, you would burn with the desire to fuse yourself continuously.”

From the Calendar--January 3, 1907 Volume 7

Continuing in my usual state, I saw blessed Jesus for just a little, and He told me:  “My daughter, if one fears much, it is a sign that she relies much on herself, because in noticing nothing but weaknesses and miseries within herself, she naturally and justly fears.  On the other hand, if one fears nothing, it is a sign that she relies on God, because by relying on God, her miseries and weaknesses are dissolved in God, and as she feels invested by the Divine Being, it is no longer she who operates, but God within her.  So, what can she fear?  Therefore, true trust reproduces Divine Life in the soul.”

From the Calendar--January 2, 1930 Volume 27

My abandonment in the Fiat continues, and carrying on my round in Its works, I was feeling all surrounded by them, and each of them was waiting for me to recognize them as works of my Creator, so as to bind ourselves together with inseparable bonds.  It seemed to me that the Divine Will, with Its light, flowed in all Creation as our blood flows in the body; and so It also flowed in all the acts, words, steps, pains and tears of Jesus; and I went in search of everything as my own things, to love them and recognize them as things that belong to me.  But while I was doing this, my sweet Jesus told me:  “My daughter, one who lives in My Divine Will is in communication with all things created by Us, because My Will is of all and belongs to all.  Since one is the Will that dominates and operates, all things are to It like members to the body, whose Head is God, who has such bond with all things—because Our Divine Volition flows as prime act of life—that they are inseparable from Him.  Only the human will, if it wants to operate on its own, without the union of Ours, can break this beautiful union, this bond of inseparability among God, created things, and creatures.  Therefore, My Divine Will is the bearer to the creature of all Our acts done in Creation and in Redemption; It is the revealer of Our secrets.  Since Our Will is one with the creature who lives in It, how can It hide?  And I, My daughter—how bad I would feel if I did not render you aware of My tears, of My inmost pains, and of what I did while I was on earth.  And in My sorrow I would say:  ‘Not even the little daughter of My Will knows everything I have done and suffered so as to receive the requital, even of her little repeated ‘“ love You,” and give her the gift of what belongs to Me.’

“Therefore, each thing you know of Me and you love as your own, I give to you as a gift; and making feast, I say:  ‘I have always something to give to My daughter, and she has always something to receive; therefore we shall always be together, because we are occupied in the exchange we make—I, in giving, and she, in receiving’.”

From the Calendar--January 1, 1927 Volume 20

(I was meditating on the old year which was setting, and the new one which was rising.)  

My state continues in the flight of the light of the Divine Will, and I was praying the pretty little Baby that, just as the old year was dying never to be born again, so He would make my will die and live no more; and as present for the new year, He would give me His Will, just as I gave Him the gift of mine, so as to place it as footstool at His tender little feet, that it might have no other life but His Will alone.  Now, while I was saying this and other things, my sweet Jesus came out from within my interior, and told me:  “Daughter of My Will, how I love, want—yearn that your will may end in you.  Oh, how I accept your present!  How pleasing it will be for Me to keep it as soft footstool at My feet.  In fact, as long as it remains in the creature, outside of its center which is God, the human will is hard; but when it enters again into the center from which it came, serving as footstool at the feet of your little Baby Jesus, it becomes soft, and I use it to amuse Myself.  Is it not right that, little as I am, I have an amusement?  And that in the midst of so many sorrows, privations and tears, I have your will to make Me smile?  

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.”