December 6, 1906
✞ Jesus hides to see what the soul does.
Volume 7 — Entry 71
As I was in my usual state, my benign Jesus made Himself heard for just a little, telling me with His sweet word: "My daughter, mortifications, miseries, privations, sufferings, crosses, for those who make use of them, serve for nothing but to impress well my Sanctity in the soul, as if she kept embellishing herself with all the varieties of the divine colors. Even more, they are nothing other than many fragrances of Heaven, with which the soul remains all perfumed."