What more should I tell you...
about the many times I called you, and still call you,
in all the Acts of My Humanity?
I was Conceived, and I called you to give you the Gift of My Conception. I was Born, and I called you more strongly, to the extent of crying, moaning and wailing, to move you to compassion so that you might answer Me soon—to give you the Gift of My Birth, of My tears, moans and wailings. If My Celestial Mama swaddled Me in bandages, I called you to swaddle you together with Me.
In sum, I called you in every Word I said, in every step I took, in every Pain I suffered, in every drop of My Blood. I called you even in My last Breath on the Cross, to give you everything as a Gift. And to keep you safe, I placed you with Me in the hands of My Celestial Father.
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Where didn’t I call you?
To give you all that I did, to pour out My Love, to make you feel how much I Loved you.
To let the sweetness of My enrapturing Voice descend into your heart
—a voice that enraptures, Creates and Conquers.
To hear your voice telling Me: ‘Here I am. Tell me, Jesus, what do you want?’ as return for My Love and as a promise to accept My Gifts, so that I could say: ‘I have been heard! My daughter recogni-zed Me, and loves Me!’
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