*JOHN 14:27*
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
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*PICCARRETA*:
Jan 4: In the Divine Will you will find true peace, and you will give it to others; more so, since by doing the Divine Will, a sweet blood will descend into your veins, which will put to flight all troubles of soul and body.
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*BOH VOL 3 Feb. 26, 1900*
“My daughter, do not fear for I do not leave you. However, when you are without my presence I do not want you to lose heart, but rather, from today on, when you are deprived of Me, I want you to take my Will and to delight in It, loving Me and glorifying Me in my Will, and holding my Will as if It were my very Person. By doing so, you will keep Me in your very hands.
What forms the beatitude of Paradise?
Certainly my Divinity.
Now, what would form the beatitude of my dear ones on earth?
With certainty, my Will.
My Will can never escape you; you will always have It in your possession, and if you remain in the circle of my Will, there you will experience the joys most ineffable and the pleasures most pure.
By never going out of the circle of my Will, the soul becomes noble, divinized, and all of her operations reverberate in the center of the divine Sun, just as the sun’s rays reverberate on the surface of the earth – not one of them goes out of their center, which is God.
The soul who does my Will is alone the noble queen who nourishes herself from my breath, because she takes her food and her drinks from no place but my Will, and by nourishing herself from my Will all Holy, a most pure blood will flow in her veins, and her breath will spread a fragrant perfume, which will cheer the whole of Me, because it is produced by my very breath.
Therefore, I want nothing else from you but that you form your beatitude in the circle of my Will, without ever going out of It, not even for a brief instant.”
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*PRAYER OF THE DAY:*
“My Jesus, may what comes out from me be a little white cloud which, surging, spreads and rises up to the divine throne; and bursting into as many voices, for as many acts as I have done in It, say:
_”Great God, peace I bring to You from the earth; and You – give me your peace, to bring it as bond of peace between You and the human generation.‟_
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*BOH VOL 29 July 13, 1931*