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12/30 Feast of the Holy Family

12/30 The Holy Family – Jesus, Mary and Joseph

V34 – 5.31.36 – “And My return to Nazareth – how well it symbolizes My Divine Will. I Lived in It hidden, Its Reigning was in Full Vigor within the Holy Family; I was the Word, the Divine Will in Person, Veiled by My Humanity; and that same Divine Will that Reigned in Me Diffused to all, Embraced all, It was Motion and Life of each one; I felt within Me the motion and life of each one, as My Fiat was the Actor. What Pain, what Sorrow – not to be recognized, nor receive a ‘thank You’, an ‘I love You’, an act of gratitude, either from the entire world, or even from the very Nazareth, where not only My Will, but also My Holy Humanity Lived in their midst, never ceasing to give Light to whomever could see Me and approach Me, in order to make Myself Known; while in My Sorrow I remained always the Hidden God.”

12/29 On another year about to close


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(I was meditating on the old year which was setting, and the new one which 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 center which is God, the human will is hard; but when it enters again into the center 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?

“Now, you must know that one who puts an end to her will, returns into the origin from which she came, and the new life, the life of light, the perennial life of my Will, begins in her.” …

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