*NEHEMIAH 8:10*
“Do not sorrow, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”
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PICCARRETA:
Feb. 20. “My child, remove the sadness from your soul; do not get discouraged or disturbed; hold peace as the greatest treasure.”
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*BOH VOL 35 Mar. 6, 1938*
“My good Daughter, courage! The oppressions, the melancholies and the thoughts of the past have no reason to exist for one who lives in my Will.
These are notes which clash with my notes of joy, peace and love, and form feeble sounds which sound awful to our divine ears. They are like bitter little drops which, thrown into our Divine Sea, try to embitter It; while by living in our Will, we make the creature the owner of our seas of joy and happiness, and if necessary, we arm her with our Power so that all may be propitious and nothing may do any harm, since nothing has power against our Will.
Even more, our Will has the power to flatten and to crush anything, like dust under the empire of an impetuous wind. How bad it sounds to Us when We notice that a creature in our Will is afflicted or oppressed! And since she lives in our Volition, from the one Will which animates Us, We are forced to hear her afflictions and oppressions.
Setting Ourselves aside when the creature feels afflicted is not of our Divine Being – not of our Love. Rather, We make use of our Power, and We inundate her more with our Love, so that We may see her again with a smile on her lips, and with joy inside her heart.
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Therefore, the most beautiful act of the creature is to throw herself into our arms – abandon herself – letting Us make whatever We want to make of her, in time as well as in eternity. Only then, do We get all the savor of making her one of the most beautiful statues to adorn our Celestial Jerusalem.”
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PRAYER OF THE DAY:
“My Jesus, rock me on Your lap and give me rest; keep vigil at my side during my sleep, so that I may wake up strong, happy, and completely different from what I was. May You be cradle for my steps, for my works, for my words – for everything.
As I am being rocked by You, I place my love in the cradle of Your Love, so that, identifying ourselves with each other, we may make each other happy. I will be careful not to put anything else; otherwise, I will sadden You, and will make You cry bitterly.”
Adapted from
BOH VOL 14 Feb. 17, 1922