John 14:23 :
“Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them”
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PICCARRETA:
June 23. “The creature who loves in the Divine Will is not content if she does not find her place in all, to love the One Who so much loves her.”
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BOH Volume 35, February 26, 1938
When our Love does not find the love of the creature, It remains suspended and shouts in pain, as if It wanted to deafen the creature, telling her: “Why don’t you love me? Not loving Us is the most cruel wound for Us.”
But this is not all. If our Love doesn’t reach excess, It is not satisfied. Do you want to know why we made of the Creation many members which had to serve as our members as well as members of the creature? We placed in each created things our gifts, our Sanctity and our Love as the bearers of what we wanted to give to her, and as deliverers of what she would do for Us.
All created things are crammed with and depository of all that we wanted to give her.
Heaven, with its variety of stars, symbolizes the many of our new and distinct acts, which we wanted to give her; the Sun symbolizes our eternal Light, with which we want to inundate her, and the heat and its effects represent our Love, which almost wants to drown her to make her feel how much we love her, while its effects are the various beauties with which we wanted to invest her.
In every blow of the wind we placed our kisses and our loving caresses, and in its impetuous waves our ruling Love, to sweep her into our Love with our squeezes and hugs, so as to render her inseparable from Us.
In sum, each created thing possesses our gifts to be given to the creature. But who takes them? Only those who love in our Will. I can say that all created things are filled with our gifts, but they cannot give them – they cannot be their bearers, because they do not find one who lives in our Divine FIAT, which has the virtue and the power of putting her in communication with all our works – more than her own members – and with her very Creator – more than her own Life.”
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PRAYER OF THE DAY:
“My Love, be consoled, I promise – I swear; and You must promise me to keep me always in your arms and sunken in your Will.
You must never leave me if You want me to be always, always, the little daughter of your Will, for I tremble and I fear myself; more so, since the more You speak about this Supreme Volition, the more I feel that I am no good, and the nothingness of my nothing makes itself felt more.”
Adapted from BOH Vol. 19, May 27, 1926