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would take something in His hand and fan me. And then He
would ask me: “How are you feeling? Don’t you feel better?”

I would say to Him: “Being with You, in whatever way,
one is always fine.”

Other times, then, if He saw me very weak because of

the continuous being in those sufferings, especially if the
confessor was coming at night, my Lover Jesus would come,

and in seeing me in that state of extreme weakness to the
point that at times I felt myself dying He would draw near
me and from His mouth He would pour milk into mine, or He
would place me close to His side, and from there I would suckle

torrents of Sweetnesses, of Delights and of Strength. And He
would say to me: “I really want to be your Everything, and
also your Nourishment of the soul and of the body.” Who

can say what I experienced, both in the soul and in the body,
from these Graces that Jesus would give me? If I wanted to
tell them, I would be too long.

I remember that, sometimes, when He would not come
quickly, I would lament to Him, telling Him: “O please! O!
Holy Spouse, how could You make me wait so long I could

not endure any more, I felt myself dying without You.” And
while saying this, the pain I felt was so great that I would cry.

And He would compassionate all of me; He would dry

my tears, He would kiss me, He would hug me, and say: “I
do not want you to cry. See, now I AM with you tell me

what you want.”

I would say to Him: “I want nothing but You, and only
then will I stop crying, when You promise me You will not
make me wait for so long.”

And He would say to me: “Yes, yes, I will make you
content.”

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