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February 20, 1942

Jesus...

I come to meet You.

Where are you? Why am I not able to find You? At least listen to my sorrows. If you fail me, I have nobody else.

Did You see me this morning, nailed on the cross in great agony, with my eyes raised to the Heaven, which I felt and saw disappear, without a smallest hope of seeing it return. Or of my being able to enter it. What great sadness for me, to see everything lost, and without remedy!

After coming down from the cross, I began the ascent to Calvary. I was so weak as I went, so exhausted! I walked with my face almost on the ground. Here and there I fell. I wounded myself painfully, I was bleeding.

What fear, what a dreadful fear it was. To be constantly reminded that in a little while I would be crucified. Without help from any source on this earth! But your divine love helped me. You came to meet me:

— 'My daughter, human strength fails you. Have courage! Divine strength will never fail you.'


~bron~