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This time my adorable Jesus wanted to play a little bit. 

He would come, He would show He wanted to listen to me, but as I would begin to speak, He would disappear from me like a flash. O, God, what pain! 

While my heart was swimming in this most bitter pain of Jesus’s distance, and it was also almost a little restless, Jesus came back again, telling me: “What is it? What is it? More peaceful, more calm. Speak, speak, what do you want?” But the moment I spoke, He disappeared.

I did as much as I could to calm myself, but—no, after a while my heart returned to being unable to give itself peace, without its only and sole comfort; and maybe more than before. 

Coming back again, Jesus told me: 

“My daughter, sweetness has the virtue of making things change their nature. It knows well how to convert bitter into sweet. Therefore, more sweet, more sweet!” 

But He gave me no time to say a word. 

[May 23rd, 1899]