When We do not find anyone who Lives in Our Will...
it happens to Us also as to the one who possesses immense riches—but so many as to feel suffocated by them, and yet, he cannot find anyone disposed to receive or to take his goods.
Poor him. He is so unhappy among his riches, and suffers a cruel loneliness. There’s nobody to love him, respect him, or say to him even one ‘Thank you’. Rather, it seems that all evade him, because he cannot find one to whom to give his riches—not even one who would take them.
Without company, joy dies.
And not being able to give to anyone, he feels that his goods—his life—do not live within others. Isolation is the greatest of the bitternesses. O, how many times We want to give, but We have nobody to whom to give.
Further, by not Living in Our Will...the creature closes all doors, obstructing Our Entrance. She even puts a distance between Us, surrounding herself with miseries, weaknesses and passions—of the ugliest sort
This is why Living in Our Will leaves everyone surprised. And We Ourselves remain surprised, having to enclose Infinity in what is limited—the Immensity within the littleness. We have to make such Wonders and Prodigies that only Our Love, which Rules over Our Divine Being, can move Us to the Most Amazing Marvels—to the extent that even the Angels and the Saints remain surprised and mute in astonishment.
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