divine-mercy-in-my-soul

O Divine Sun, in Your rays the soul sees the tiniest specks of dust which displease You.
72 (30) O Jesus, eternal Truth, our Life, I call upon You and I beg Your mercy for poor
sinners. O sweetest Heart of my Lord, full of pity and unfathomable mercy, I plead with
You for poor sinners. O Most Sacred Heart, Fount of Mercy from which gush forth rays
of inconceivable graces upon the entire human race, I beg of You light for poor sinners.
O Jesus, be mindful of Your own bitter Passion and do not permit the loss of souls
redeemed at so dear a price of Your most precious Blood. O Jesus, when I consider
the great price of Your Blood, I rejoice at its immensity, for one drop alone would have
been enough for the salvation of all sinners. Although sin is an abyss of wickedness
and ingratitude, the price paid for us can never be equalled. Therefore, let every soul
trust in the Passion of the Lord, and place its hope in His mercy. God will not deny His
mercy to anyone. Heaven and earth may change, but God‟s mercy will never be
exhausted. Oh, what immense joy burns in my heart when I contemplate Your
incomprehensible goodness, O Jesus! I desire to bring all sinners to Your feet that they
may glorify Your mercy throughout endless ages.
73 O my Jesus, despite the deep night that is all around me and the dark clouds which hide
the horizon, I know that the sun never goes out. O Lord, though I cannot comprehend
You and do not understand Your ways, I nonetheless trust in Your mercy. If it is Your
will, Lord, that I live always in such darkness, may You be blessed. I ask You only one
thing, Jesus: do not allow me to offend You in any way. O my Jesus, You alone know
the longings and the sufferings of my heart. I am glad I can suffer for You, however
little. When I feel that the suffering is more than I can bear, I take refuge in the Lord in
the Blessed Sacrament, and I speak to Him with profound silence.
(31) The Confession of One of Our Wards.
74 One day I felt driven to take steps to see to it that the Feast of Mercy be instituted and
the image of the Merciful Jesus be painted, and I could find no peace. Something was
pervading my whole being, and yet I feared being deluded. However, these doubts
always came from outside, because in the depths of my soul I felt it was the Lord who
was penetrating my being. The priest to whom I was going to confession at that time
told me that one can often have illusions, and I felt that he was somewhat afraid to hear
my confession. This was a torture for me. Seeing that I was getting very little help from
people, I turned all the more to Jesus, the best of all teachers. At one time, when I was
filled with doubts as to whether the voice I heard came from the Lord or not, I began to
speak to Jesus interiorly without forming any words. Suddenly an inner force took hold
of me and I said, “If You who commune with me and talk to me are truly my God, I beg
You, O Lord, to make this ward go this very day to confession; this sign will give me
reassurance.” At that very moment, the girl asked to go to confession.
75 But these doubts always come from without, a fact which inclined me to close myself up
more and more within myself. When, during confession, I sense uncertainty on the part
of the priest, I do not open my soul to its depths, but only accuse myself of my sins. A
priest who is not at peace with himself will not be able to inspire peace in another soul.
O priests, you bright candles enlightening human souls, let your brightness never be
dimmed. I understood that at that time it was not God‟s will that I uncover my soul
completely. Later on, God did give me this grace.
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