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My poor mind feels the need to rest in the Divine Volition, to feel loved by He alone who knows how to love it. It feels the life in It, and the greatest happiness with Its sweet company; but while it feels the need to be loved, it feels the ardent fever for loving It, and would want to be consumed with love and get out of the exile, so as to be able to love It with more perfect love in Heaven. My Jesus, when will You have compassion on me?
But while I was thinking this, my beloved Jesus, repeating His short little visit, told me: “My daughter, Love and Divine Will go hand in hand, they never separate, and form one single life. So, my Divine Will created, did many things, but It created and operated while loving; nor would they have been works worthy of Our infinite wisdom, if We did not love what was being created by Us. Therefore, each created thing, even the smallest, possesses the fount of Our Love, and has a continuous sigh, heartbeat, voice: ‘Love. I am Divine Will and I am holy, pure, powerful, beautiful. I am Love and I love, nor will I ever cease loving, until I convert everything into Love.’
See then, my daughter, my Divine Will loved first and then It created what It loved. Love is Our breath, Our heartbeat, Our air; and just as air is communicative and there is not one person or one thing that can escape from the air, in the same way Our Love, true air, invests all, adorns everyone and everything, by right It wants to lord it over everything and wants to be loved by all. And It feels Its breath, Its heartbeat, Its air, Its life being taken away when It is not loved, and Its communicative virtue is hampered. Now, if the creature does my Will but does not love, it cannot be said with facts that she does my Will; it might perhaps be Will of God of circumstance, of necessity, for a time, because only the Divine Love possesses the unifying virtue that unites and centralizes everything in my Divine Will, so as to form the life of It. Moreover, if my Love is missing, which alone is capable of rendering and transforming the creature into adaptable material, to make of her the life of the Divine Will, she would remain like a hard object, which cannot receive any impression of the Supreme Being. It is my Love that, like cement, can fill up all the cracks of the human will, and can render it soft, in such a way as to give it the shape It wants and be impressed in it as the seal of the Divine Life. Therefore, Divine Will and Love are inseparable; if you do my Will, you will love, and if you love you place my Will in safety within you. One and the other hold hands: my Will creates, Love offers Itself as material to receive the creating act, so that We can issue Our most beautiful works. This is why, when We are not loved, We become delirious, We feel Our arms being broken, Our creative hands cannot find the material with which to form Our life in the creature.
So, then, let us run together in loving each other, let us love always, and we will be happy, on both sides. Even more, if you live in my Will, I will place my Love at your disposal, and you will have in your power the heroic and incessant Love, that never says enough.”
Fiat!!!
