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Day Twenty Three


                 The Queen of Heaven in the Kingdom of the Divine Will. Here

             sounds the First Hour of Sorrow. A Star, with mute Voice, calls the
             Magi to adore Jesus. A Prophet makes himself the Revealer of the

                                      Sorrows of the Sovereign Queen.


            The soul to her Queen Mama: My most sweet Mama, here I am again
            at your knees; this child of yours can no longer be without You, my

            Mama. The sweet enchantment of the Celestial Baby, whom You now

            clasp in your arms, and now adore on your knees and love in the
            manger, enraptures me, thinking that your happy destiny and the very

            little King Jesus are nothing other than the fruits and the sweet and

            precious pledges of that Fiat which extended Its Kingdom in You. O
            please! oh! Mama, give me your word that You will make use of your

            power to form in me the Kingdom of the Divine Will.


            Lesson of my Celestial Mama:


            My dearest child, how happy I am to have you close to Me, to be able to
            teach you how the Kingdom of the Divine Will can extend in all things.

            All crosses, sorrows, humiliations, invested by the life of the Divine Fiat,

            are like raw materials in Its hands, in order to nourish Its Kingdom and
            to extend It more and more.


            Therefore, pay attention to Me, and listen to your Mama. I continued my

            stay in the grotto of Bethlehem with Jesus and dear Saint Joseph. How

            happy we were. Because of the presence of the Divine Infant and of the
            Divine Will operating in us, that little grotto had changed into Paradise.

            It is true that pains and tears were not lacking, but compared to the
            immense seas of joy, of happiness, of light, which the Divine Fiat made

            arise in each of our acts, they were just little drops plunged into these

            seas. And then, the sweet and lovable presence of my dear Son was
            one of my greatest happinesses.







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