*PSALM 103: 2-3*:
“Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits— who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases.”
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*PICCARRETA*
Jan. 3: “I pray to Jesus that He may give you strength, and put Himself in the place of your heart, so as to heal the pain and provide for everything.”
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*BOH VOL 35 Dec. 28, 1937*
I kept thinking about the Divine Will. How many touching scenes before my mind…!
A Jesus who cries, who prays, who suffers, because He wants to be Life of every creature, and a crowd of crippled children – some blind, some mute, some lame, some others paralyzed, and others covered with sores so as to move to pity.
And my sweet Jesus, with a love that only He can have, runs now to one, now to another, holding them close, pressing them to His Heart, touching them with His creative hands to heal them, telling them, slowly and quietly – to their hearts:
_”My child, I love you. Receive my Love and give me yours, and I will heal you – through love.‟_
My Jesus, my dear Life, how much You love us!
While I felt suffocated by His Love – breathed on by His burning breath, He surprised me and said:
“Daughter of my Love, let me pour it out – I cannot contain myself any longer. How hard it is to love, not being loved. Not having one to whom I can give my surprises of love is the most inexpressible pain for our Supreme Being. So – listen.
You must know that I came upon earth to rescue my residences. Man is my residence, which I had formed with so much love, and in which – to make it worthy of Me – my Power and the creative art of my Wisdom had concurred.
This residence was the prodigy of our Love and of our divine hands. Now, by subtracting itself from our Will, our residence became collapsed and obscured – a residence for enemies and thieves. What pain for Us!
Therefore, my Life down here served to return, to restore and to rescue this residence, which We had formed with so much love. It was ours too – it was worthwhile saving it, to be able to reside in it again. I used all possible imaginable remedies to save this residence:
I exposed my very Life in order to strengthen it and cement it again; I shed all my blood to wash it from the filth; and with my death I wanted to restore its Life, to make it worthy to receive again – as His residence – the One Who had created it.”
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*PRAYER OF THE DAY:*
“My Highest Good, why do You want to heal me? Am I not worthy of suffering for You? Your Heart is all wounded, and mine, compared to Yours – oh! how scarce is my suffering. Rather, if it pleases You, give me more pains.‟
*BOH VOL 15 April 2, 1923*