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ocks against which the soul could be shattered. The Lord gave me this grace rather
late, to be sure, but I rejoice in it greatly, seeing how God inclines his will to my
director‟s wishes. I will mention just one incident out of a thousand that have
happened to me. As I usually do, I asked the Lord Jesus one evening to give me the
points for next day‟s meditation. I received the answer: Meditate on the Prophet
Jonah and his mission. I thanked the Lord, but began to think within myself of how
different that subject was (140) from the others. But with all my soul I strove to
meditate about it, and I recognized myself in the person of the prophet, in the sense
that often I, too, try to make excuses to the Lord, claiming that someone else would do
His holy will better [than I could], and not understanding that God can do all things and
that His omnipotence will be all the more manifest if the tool is poorer. God made this
clear to me in the following way. That afternoon, there was confession for the
community. When I presented to the director of my soul the fear that seized me
because of this mission for which God was using me, clumsy tool that I was, my
spiritual father answered that, willing or not, we must carry out the will of God, and he
gave me the Prophet Jonah as an example. After the confession, I wondered how the
confessor knew that God had told me to meditate about Jonah; surely I myself had not
told him. Then I heard these words: When the priest acts in My place, he does not
act of himself, but I act through him. His wishes are Mine. I can see how Jesus
defends His representatives. He himself enters into their actions.
332 +Thursday. When I started the Holy Hour, I wanted to immerse myself in the agony of
Jesus in the Garden of Olives. Then I heard a voice in my soul: Meditate on the
mystery of the Incarnation. And suddenly the Infant Jesus appeared before me,
radiant with beauty. He told me how much God is pleased with simplicity in a soul.
Although My greatness is beyond understanding, I commune only with those
who are little. I demand of you a childlike spirit.
333 I now see clearly how God acts through the confessor and how faithfully He keeps His
promises. Two weeks ago, my confessor told me to reflect upon this spiritual
childhood. It was somewhat difficult at first, but my confessor, disregarding my
difficulties, told me to continue to reflect upon spiritual childhood. “In practice, this
spiritual childhood,” [he said,] “should manifest itself in this way: a child does not worry
about the past or the future, but makes use of the present moment. I want to
emphasize that spiritual childlikeness in you, Sister, and I place great stress upon it.” I
can see how God bows down to my confessor‟s wishes; He does not show Himself to
me at this time as a Teacher in the fullness of His strength and human adulthood, but
as a little Child. The God who is beyond all understanding stoops to me under the
appearance of a little Child.
334 But the eye of my soul does not stop at this appearance. Although You take the form
of a little Child, I see in You the immortal, infinite Lord of lords, whom pure spirits
adore, (141) day and night, and for whom the hearts of the Seraphim burn with the fire
of purest love. O Christ, O Jesus, I want to surpass them in my love for You! I
apologize to you, O pure spirits, for my boldness in comparing myself to you, I, this
chasm of misery, this abyss of misery; and You, O God, who are the
incomprehensible abyss of mercy, swallow me up as the heat of the sun swallows up
a drop of dew! A loving look from You will fill up any abyss. I feel immensely happy at
the greatness of God. Seeing God‟s greatness is more than enough to make me
happy throughout all eternity!
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