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Thu, August 27, 87, 8am
- What do You expect today, Jesus?
+Your ardent faith and following Me, following My voice that calls and sends you. I have already told you, what it depends on: From performing daily activities in accordance with My Gospel, from constant, loving abidance in Me - submission to My will.
Abide in Me, endure patiently and quietly and do what comes, because it comes from Me, although it is given by people. The desire for My love will enable you to do everything and fill you with Me.
And then your calling will be fulfilled wherever you are. And your sacrifice and prayer will bear fruit in people's hearts.
Pray, My child, remain faithful in your offering and repeat it constantly. Listen to My voice.
Light requires fuel. This fuel is the diligent work of everyday life and remaining in Me. My light in you is My power and glory, the greatness of which is in your faithfulness and My grace.
I give generously to devoted and faithful children. I reveal great truths about Myself to those who cling to Me in love.
634
Wed, 26 August 87, 8:15pm
- I know that only in You there is rest. And I must endure what is and wait for Your grace. Or maybe you should not wait, but accept everything, whatever comes, with peace and joy, because it is your will. Forgive me, Jesus, this is my self-pity.
+Everyone has the right to complain.
- It is very difficult for me to bear people, these conversations, sharing, even community prayer.
I think about the hermit's life, I miss it. Am I allowed to think about this?
This is probably not an escape, but rather a desire to be with You alone in constant prayer...
+Offer suffering to the present. I will respond to your desire in time. Be patient and trusting. Bear with serenity of heart everything that affects you. You have a reason why it's worth putting up with. Control your reflexes of reluctance and bad mood.
I love you and I want the smile of your heart.
+You have a great mission to fulfill, My child. The seed that you are will bring an abundant harvest of hearts devoted to My Mother and Me.
Die to yourself to live for others - because this is your calling, born of My Blood.
My Blood constantly overflows from the sacrificial cups on the altars of the world. There is more and more of it, because more and more victims are needed for a world tormented by evil.
Do not deny Me your little offerings. Bring them to the altar and offer them in loving union with Me. Let your blood mix with Mine and flow with an abundance of Mercy.
- Today You showed me the chalice from which the Blood was flowing - it was during the Eucharist when the chalice was raised...
During this Mass, You reminded me of various moments when I was struck by Your priests and I had to somehow protect them, explain them, or simply accept the blows of anger, grief, resentment...
I realized that You had been giving me signs for a long time how much I needed a sacrifice for them and an opportunity to do it.
I am filled with fear at the thought of responsibility.
+Don't be afraid. I am in charge of you. You are just My tool. Therefore, be submissive and trusting, so that I can use you freely.
Be constantly vigilant, listen, look for My call and My will.
Pray and offer - constantly until the time comes for your cup to be filled, just as you saw it today.
Be ready to pour it abundantly on the altar I will appoint for you.
And do not ask about the fruits of this sacrifice. Trust me. The fruits will be laid in My house, and there you will see them when you come.
633
Wed, August 26, 1987, 11am
- Now I feel like a wounded animal that would like to hide in some hole. But there is no hole. However, there is a constant stay on the market where everyone can watch and estimate. And there is tiring noise and movement.
Where is the promised land of my hermitage?
+In Me, My child. In Me there is peace and silence, even in the marketplace of the world.
632
Tue, August 25, 87, 1:45pm
- This Holy Sacrifice of the Mass was eloquent. I felt like Jesus' mother when He was crucified on Golgotha.
And there were signs of light and signs of words (from the readings). Is it just for me?
+Don't ask about what's going on in other people's hearts. This is my secret and theirs.
- So I made a sacrifice and the reality of yesterday's meditation was completed.
631
Tue, August 25, 87, 10:10am
- There is not even time or place to meet You, Lord. Church is closed.
Do I, like Job, have to sit on the dunghill - almost literally - to give You my sense of dignity and purity for the purity of the Work? For the purity of the people creating them?
+Be still, My child. Thank you for this moment, for the grace of pain and deprivation, because it is a blessing and its fruits will be great.
You need more trust, so that the cross, which is pain, is nevertheless peace and joy.
I have fulfilled your request and I suffer with you.
Think about how I was insulted and humiliated by the spit and insults of people who did not know the truth.
Was the pain inflicted on you based on the truth? Is it about human presumptions?
Why do people's opinions hurt you so much? Why do you think so little of My opinion?
What and who are you supposed to draw life and joy from: people? Is it from Me?
You gave Me everything external and the superficial layers of your soul.
Now I have reached the core, what is the essence of your soul.
This is also what you want to give to Me. Rejoice, therefore, that the time of the great grace of transformation into a total, complete, pure Sacrifice has come.
- The word "chastity" evokes that word for me and is a dagger in my heart.
Is it Simeon's dagger ?
+It will be if you treat it that way.
- Make me do it.
+I can do it and you can do it. Isn't that true?
- This is what happens. Thank you for every prick of this dagger. And for every movement of the heart with that dagger stuck inside. It will probably stay there and no one better try to pull it out, because the wound will become even bigger.
I have found myself in the role of Mary and I am starting to notice other signs that first told me that this is Your role for me.
+Accept Her and be silent and trusting like Her.
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