And not only My ‘I Thirst’...
but all that I did and said in My Will...
is always in the act of saying to My Sorrowful Mother: ‘Mother, here are Your children.' I place Her at their side as help and Guide, to be loved by her children. Every instant, She feels Her own Son close to all the children.
O! how much She Loves them giving them Her Maternity, to make Myself Loved as She Loves Me. Not only this, but by offering Her Maternity, She offers Perfection also among creatures, so that they Love each other with Maternal Love, which is a constant, sacrificing, unselfish Love.
But who receives all this Good?
Only the one who Lives in Our Fiat feels the Maternity of the Queen.
She feeds Her children with Her Maternal Heart, to let them suck and receive the Maternity of Her Love, Her Sweetness, and all the riches of Her Maternal Heart.
My daughter, one who wants to find Me—who wants to receive all Our Goods and My very Mother, must enter Our Will and remain there. Our Will is not only Our Life, but It forms around Us—with Its Immensity—Our House, in which It keeps all Our Acts, Words and Being, always in Action.
Our Things never get out of Our Will.
One who wants It, can only Live together with It.
And then she possesses everything—nothing is denied.
If We give Our Things to one who is not Living in Our Will, she will neither appreciate them, nor love them. She won't feel the right to make them her own, and when things are not possessed, love does not arise—it dies.
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