February 2, 1988

peace be with you, flower; it is I, Jesus your Saviour; Love has found you in wretchedness among wretchedness; beloved! I the Lord have laid My Divine Hands on you and embellished you … to look at Me glorifies Me; 1

Jesus, I hate myself for being wretched.

what are you saying Vassula!! 2 you seem to forget how I am united to you; beware of what you say; remember, ‘us, we’?

O Jesus, your patience is Great …

I love you; come, listen to My Mother,

3 how I love you, Vassula, to Spiti Mou se zitai, i portes ine orthanikhtes yia sena pethi Mou4 to noritero meta ti thefteri praxi; 4

1 I looked at His picture.
2 Jesus was shocked!
3 St. Mary.
4 I asked our Holy Mother a question.
5 Editor’s Note: the translation of this passage in Greek is: “My House needs you – its doors are wide open for you, My child.”