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disposes for you, and in anything you are about to do, may your word

            be: “Thank You, O Lord; I place everything in your hands.”


            Now, while I left everything in the Divine Fiat, since It reigned in Me and
            never left Me for one instant of my life, I carried It as though in triumph

            within my little soul, and oh! prodigies of the Divine Will with Its

            preserving virtue It maintained the order of all my acts, small and great,
            as though in act within Me, as Its triumph and mine. So, I never lost

            memory of a single act of mine; and this gave Me so much glory and

            honour that I felt Queen, because each of my acts done in the Divine
            Will was more than sun, and I was studded with light, with happiness,

            with joys. The Divine Will brought Me Its Paradise. My child, to live of
            Divine Will should be the desire, the yearning, and almost the passion

            of all, so great is the beauty that one acquires and the good that one

            feels. The complete opposite for the human will; it has the virtue of
            embittering the poor creature; it oppresses her, it forms the night, and

            she gropes her way, always staggering in good, and many times she

            loses the memory of the little good she has done. Now, my child, I
            departed from my paternal house with courage and detachment,

            because I looked only at the Divine Will, in which I kept my Heart fixed;

            and this was enough for Me in everything. But while I was walking to go
            to the Temple, I looked at all Creation, and oh! marvel I felt the

            heartbeat of the Divine Will in the sun, in the wind, in the stars, in the
            heavens; even under my steps I felt It palpitating. And the Divine Fiat

            that reigned in Me commanded all Creation, which concealed It like a

            veil, to all bow and pay to Me the honour of Queen. And all bowed,
            giving Me signs of subjection. Even the tiny little flower of the field did

            not spare itself from giving Me its little homage. I put everything in feast,

            and when, out of necessity, I would go out of the house, the Creation
            would place Itself in the act of giving Me signs of honour, and I was

            forced to command them to remain in their place, and to follow the

            order of our Creator.






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