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flow in you, and taking their place of honour, they may line up, all in
order, to continue in you the life of the Kingdom of My Will.”

After this, my sweet Jesus escaped me like a flash, and I wanted to
follow Him, but, to my highest bitterness, in that flash I saw that
contagious diseases were to come, that will spread almost in all

nations, not excluding our Italy. It seemed that many were dying of it, to
the extent of depopulating homes. In several nations the scourge would
rage more strongly, but almost all of them will be touched. It seems that

they hold hands in offending the Lord, and Our Lord touches everyone
with the same scourges. But I hope that He may want to placate
Himself, so the peoples will suffer less.

January 1, 1927
The will of the soul as present for Baby Jesus. How His whole life

was the symbol and the calling of the Divine Will. How the
knowledges are the means in order to hasten the coming of the
Kingdom of His Will.

(I was meditating on the old year that was setting, and the new one that
was rising.)

My state continues in the flight of the light of the Divine Will, and I was
praying the pretty little Baby that, just as the old year was dying never to
be born again, so He would make my will die and live no more; and as

present for the new year, He would give me His Will, just as I gave Him
the gift of mine, so as to place it as footstool at His tender little feet, that
it might have no other life but His Will alone.

Now, while I was saying this and other things, my sweet Jesus came
out from within my interior, and told me: “Daughter of My Will, how I
love, want yearn that your will may end in you. Oh, how I accept your

present! How pleasing it will be for Me to keep it as soft footstool at My
feet. In fact, as long as it remains in the creature, outside of its centre
which is God, the human will is hard; but when it enters again into the

centre from which it came, serving as footstool at the feet of your little
Baby Jesus, it becomes soft, and I use it to amuse Myself. Is it not right
that, little as I am, I have an amusement? And that in the midst of so
many sorrows, privations and tears, I have your will to make Me smile?

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