2 CORINTHIANS 1:3-4
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”
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PICCARRETA:
Mar. 18. “Jesus alone can comfort us in our sufferings. Therefore, let us turn to Him alone; let us throw ourselves into His arms like tender babies; and if pain makes us cry, let us wet His paternal hands with our tears.”
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BOH VOL 36 Oct. 12, 1938
I am in the arms of the Divine Volition, although under the nightmare of the hardest sufferings, so as to move to pity the whole Heaven and make It run to my rescue – to give me strength in such a painful state. My Jesus help me, do not abandon me, I feel like succumbing. How hard my state is.
As I was saying this my sweet Jesus, more tenderly than the most tender Mother, stretched His arms out to me and squeezed me, and uniting His tears to mine, all goodness told me:
“Poor daughter of mine, your pains are Mine, and I suffer together with you. Therefore courage, abandon yourself in me and you will find the strength for you sufferings.
The soul who abandons herself in me grows like a baby who is kept under the care of his Mommy, who swaddles him to let his members be strengthened, feeds him with her milk, holds him in her arms, kisses him, caresses him; and if he cries she mixes her tears with those of her baby. So, the mother is the life of her baby.
Oh!, if the little one didn’t have his Mother, how badly he would grow without the one who feeds him with her milk; without clothing – without her warmth. He would grow sickly, weak and lonely, only a miracle can make him survive.
Such is the soul who lives abandoned in my arms. She has her Jesus, who is more than a Mother for her. I feed her with the milk of my graces; I swaddle her with the light of my Will, so that she may be strengthened and confirmed in good; I keep her cuddled to my chest, so that she may feel only my love and the ardent beats of my Heart; I rock her in my arms. If she cries I cry with her, so that I feel my life as being more hers, while she grows together with me, and I do with her what I want.
On the other hand, one who doesn’t live abandoned in me lives as though isolated, without milk, with nobody to take care of her existence.”
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PRAYER OF THE DAY:
“My love, Jesus, in my pains I look for your Heart to rest, and in your pains I intend to give You shelter with my pains, so that we may exchange them, and I may be your consoling angel.”
7TH Hour Of The Passion