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651 O Incomprehensible God, how great is Your <strong>mercy</strong>! It surpasses the comb<strong>in</strong>ed<br />

understand<strong>in</strong>g of all men and angels. All the angels (107) and all humans have<br />

emerged from the very depths of Your tender <strong>mercy</strong>. Mercy is the flower of love.<br />

God is love, and <strong>mercy</strong> is His deed. In love it is conceived; <strong>in</strong> <strong>mercy</strong> it is revealed.<br />

Everyth<strong>in</strong>g I look at speaks to me of God‟s <strong>mercy</strong>. Even God‟s very justice speaks<br />

to me about His fathomless <strong>mercy</strong>, because justice flows from love.<br />

652 There is one word I heed and cont<strong>in</strong>ually ponder; it alone is everyth<strong>in</strong>g to me; I live<br />

by it and die by it, and it is the holy will of God. It is <strong>my</strong> daily food. My whole <strong>soul</strong><br />

listens <strong>in</strong>tently to God‟s wishes. I do always what God asks of me, although <strong>my</strong><br />

nature often quakes and I feel that the magnitude of these th<strong>in</strong>gs is beyond <strong>my</strong><br />

strength. I know well what I am of <strong>my</strong>self, but I also know what the grace of God<br />

is, which supports me.<br />

653 (108) April 25, 1936. Walendow. On that day, the suffer<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>my</strong> <strong>soul</strong> was more<br />

severe than ever before. From early morn<strong>in</strong>g, I felt as if <strong>my</strong> body and <strong>soul</strong> had<br />

separated. I felt that God‟s presence had penetrated <strong>my</strong> whole be<strong>in</strong>g; I felt all the<br />

justice of God with<strong>in</strong> me; I felt I stood alone before God. I thought: one word from<br />

<strong>my</strong> spiritual director would set me entirely at peace; but what can I do? – he is not<br />

here. However, I decided to seek light <strong>in</strong> holy confession. When I uncovered <strong>my</strong><br />

<strong>soul</strong> to the priest, 134 he was afraid to cont<strong>in</strong>ue hear<strong>in</strong>g <strong>my</strong> confession, and that<br />

caused me even greater suffer<strong>in</strong>g. When I see that a priest is fearful, I do not<br />

obta<strong>in</strong> any <strong>in</strong>ner peace. So I have decided that only to <strong>my</strong> spiritual director will I<br />

open <strong>my</strong> <strong>soul</strong> <strong>in</strong> all matters, from the greatest to the least, and that I will follow his<br />

directions strictly.<br />

654 Now I understand that confession is only the confess<strong>in</strong>g (109) of one‟s s<strong>in</strong>s, and<br />

spiritual guidance is a different th<strong>in</strong>g altogether. But this is not what I want to<br />

speak about. I want to tell about a strange th<strong>in</strong>g that happened to me for the first<br />

time. When the confessor started talk<strong>in</strong>g to me, I did not understand a s<strong>in</strong>gle word.<br />

Then I saw Jesus Crucified and He said to me, It is <strong>in</strong> My Passion that you must<br />

seek light and strength. After the confession, I meditated on Jesus‟ terrible<br />

Passion, and I understood that what I was suffer<strong>in</strong>g was noth<strong>in</strong>g compared to the<br />

Savior‟s Passion, and that even the smallest imperfection was the cause of this<br />

terrible suffer<strong>in</strong>g. Then <strong>my</strong> <strong>soul</strong> was filled with very great contrition, and only then I<br />

sensed that I was <strong>in</strong> the sea of the unfathomable <strong>mercy</strong> of God. Oh, how few<br />

words I have to express what I am experienc<strong>in</strong>g! I feel I am like a drop of dew<br />

engulfed <strong>in</strong> the depths of the bottomless ocean of <strong>div<strong>in</strong>e</strong> <strong>mercy</strong>.<br />

655 (110) + May 11, 1936. I came to Cracow. I was happy that at last I shall be able<br />

to carry out all that the Lord Jesus was demand<strong>in</strong>g.<br />

Once, when I was speak<strong>in</strong>g with Father A…. [Andrasz] and had told him<br />

everyth<strong>in</strong>g, I received this answer: “Sister, pray till the day of the Feast of the Most<br />

Sacred Heart and add some mortification to the prayer, and on the Feast of the<br />

Sacred Heart I will give you an answer.” But one day, I heard this voice <strong>in</strong> <strong>my</strong> <strong>soul</strong>:<br />

Fear noth<strong>in</strong>g; I am with you. After these words, I felt such an urgency with<strong>in</strong> me<br />

that, without wait<strong>in</strong>g for the Feast of the Sacred Heart, I said dur<strong>in</strong>g confession that<br />

I was go<strong>in</strong>g to leave the Congregation immediately. Father answered, “Sister,<br />

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