November 15, 1992

“If only my miseries could be weighed, and all my ills be put on the scales! But they outweigh the sands of the seas: what wonder then if my words are wild?”[162]

I shiver with horror to think I might be wrong!

Will I be found with blame in Your Presence, my God?

Yet I have taken root in You,

I saw You standing there, silent,

with Your Hand outstretched as someone expecting alms,

then I heard a Voice,[163] a Name[164] was given me

and my soul succumbed into My Father’s Arms.

O God! How I love You!

My child, My child .... how I, the Lord, love you! I love you to tears .... cease listening to the evil one who tries to destroy all the good things I have given you;

have faith in My Love, I will never fail you[165].... never[166]... so have My Peace, this Peace I have given you and know, My child, that greater love than Mine you will never meet .... ah, My child, cling on the hem of My robe; I am here and with you;