Notebook 16 True Life in God 135 September 26, 1987 Vassula, let us deliver a soul, very dear to Me, who is very near Satan's flame; she does not realise his insidious game he has laid for her; Who is this soul, Lord? she is one of My brides; A nun? yes, a nun, she has neglected Me, taken by her vanity; beloved, bring her back to Me with your love; I love her; love Me and she will be delivered; Vassula, these Works are mysterious to you and to many, but believe Me, I am Jesus and Wisdom; now you will bless Me; feel Me, it glorifies Me; all will be done according to My plan; Jesus! It’s SO wonderful to be with You in this way!! Vassula, It’s wonderful, marvellous!! Vassula, will I ever abandon you? 1 love Me, amend for others whose hearts became icy-cold towards Me; altar, live for Me, replenish your flame from Mine altar! never forget how much I love you; stay ablaze, enkindle hearts, quench My thirst, Beloved Jesus, keep me near You for without You, I’m lost. near Me you will stay, have you forgotten our links? you are bonded to Me with eternal bonds; Thank You, Lord, for taking care of me, the zero of zeros, the one who denied You. 1When He says this I almost die each time. God can have this tone only. I have been denied even by Peter, but on him I laid My first foundations of My Church, have you forgotten? I am the Lord, who loves you ineffably, and upon you, soul, I have engraved My Words; I am your Strength; keep Me in your heart now and forever; I shall, Lord. I’ll keep faithful. come, let us share this day; be my companion; September 27, 1987 (It was again as though all hell broke loose. The devil raged. He tormented my soul, to the point that I found myself asking the Lord to go on without me; that I would always love Him but I simply have no strength left to continue. Immediately I regretted my words. I then asked the Lord to leave me for my unworthiness. During my rest I saw myself on a rough road, fallen. Near me I saw Jesus’ feet, bare. He bent and lifted me again. Then in front of me I saw a large staircase of around 100 steps, and at the top the Saints were standing, calling me to climb up there. I turned around and saw a familiar figure. A priest, he had humour and was talking to me in Italian. I recognised Padre Pio! Near him I saw St. Francis of Assisi. St. Francis approached me. All were encouraging me to continue.) Jesus? I am; Vassula, do not fear; Jesus, forgive me for being weak. your weakness will be annihilated in My Strength; io, sono con te, Padre Pio; My God, is this happening?
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