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esemble Mine; from her heart must spring the fountain of My mercy for souls;
otherwise I will not acknowledge her as Mine.
1149 (40) + On several occasions, I have learned how some religious defend their own glory
under the pretext of being concerned for the glory of God, whereas it is not a question of
the glory of God, but of glory of self. O Jesus, how painful this has been for me! What
secrets the day of Your judgment will bring to light! How can one steal God‟s gifts?
1150 Today, I experienced a good deal of sorrow because of a certain person, a lay person,
that is. On the basis of one true thing, she said many things which were fictitious. And
because they were taken to be true and spread around the whole house, when the news
reached my ears, my heart felt a twinge of pain. How can one abuse the goodness of
others like that? But I resolved not to say a word in my defense and to show even greater
kindness toward that person. I became aware, however, that I was not strong enough to
bear this calmly, because the matter lingered on for weeks. When I saw the storm
building up and the wind beginning to blow sand straight into my eyes, I went before the
Blessed Sacrament and said to the Lord, “Lord Jesus, I ask You to give me the strength
of Your actual grace, because I feel that I will not manage to survive this struggle. Shield
me with Your breast.”
Then I heard the words, Do not fear; I am with you. When I left the altar, an
extraordinary peace and power filled my soul, and the storm that was raging broke
against my soul as against a rock; and the foam of the storm fell on those who had raised
it. Oh, how good is the Lord, who will reward each one according to his deed! Let every
soul beg for the help of actual grace, as sometimes ordinary grace is not enough.
1151 (41) + When pain overwhelms my soul,
And the horizon darkens like night,
And the heart is torn with the torment of suffering,
Jesus Crucified, You are my strength.
When the soul, dimmed with pain,
Exerts itself in battle without respite,
And the heart is in agony and torment,
Jesus Crucified, You are the hope of my salvation.
And so the days pass,
As the soul bathes in a sea of bitterness,
And the heart dissolves in tears,
Jesus Crucified, you shine for me like the dawn.
And when the cup of bitterness brims over,
And all things conspire against her,
And the soul goes down to the Garden of Olives,
Jesus Crucified, in You is my defense.
When the soul, conscious of its innocence,
Accepts these dispensations from God,
The heart can then repay hurts with love.
Jesus Crucified, transform my weakness into omnipotence.
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