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How much My Will suffers in the creature. 

It is sufficient to tell you, that every time she does her will, she Crucifies Mine. 

Therefore, the Cross of My Will is the human will. But not with three nails, as I was Crucified on the Cross, rather with a nail for each time that she opposes My Will. 

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How many times My Will is not recognized. 

And while It wants to do Good, It is rejected with the nails of ingratitude. 

How excruciating [ondraaglijk, vlijmend] is this Crucifixion of My Will in the creature. How many times It feels as if being nailed by her breath, heartbeat and motion because, not being known as the Life of that breath, heartbeat and motion, the human breath, heartbeat and motion become nails for It - preventing It from doing in them the Good that It wants.

O! How My Will feels Crucified within the human will. With Its Divine Motion, It wants to make the Day arise inside the human motion, while the creature Crucifies the Divine motion, causing the night to come, putting Light on the Cross too. How Sorrowed My Light feels in being repressed—Crucified—put in a state of incapacity by the human will. 

And this, to give it the Life of Its Sanctity and Strength. While the creature, by not accepting It, sticks into It the nail of sin—of her passions and weaknesses. Poor Will of Mine. In what a state of Pain and continuous Crucifixion It finds Itself in the human will, that just keeps putting Our Love on the Cross—filling with nails all the Goods We want to give her. 

[5.9.1938]