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[September 17, 1927]

So, continuing in my abandonment in [overgave aan] the Divine Will... 

I felt myself in the nightmare of the pains. 

And my Beloved Jesus, clasping me to Himself to give me strength, told me: “My daughter, the pains are like iron beaten by the hammer, that makes it sparkle with light and become red-hot, to the point of being transformed into fire. And under the blows it receives, it loses its hardness, it softens, in such way that one can give it the shape one wants.

"Such is the soul under the blows of pain: she loses hardness, she sparkles with light, she is transformed into My Love and becomes fire. And I, Divine Artificer, finding her soft, give her the shape I want. Oh! how I delight in making her beautiful. 

"I am a jealous Artificer, and I want the boast [opschepperij] that no one can and knows how to make My statues, My vases—both in their form and in their beauty, and even more in their fineness and in the light that, sparkling [fonkelend], converts them all into truth. 

"So, for each blow I give her, I prepare a truth to be manifested. Because each blow is a spark that the soul emits from herself. And I do not lose them as does the smith in beating the iron, but I use them to invest those sparks of light with surprising truth, such as to serve the soul as the most beautiful clothing, and to administer to her the nourishment of Divine Life.”

~bron~