432 True Life in God Notebook 43 time; flower, spread My fragrance of incense abroad; May Your Will be done, use me as You please, make out of me Your instrument of Peace and Love. July 4, 1990 Smile to us, Lord, and every face on earth shall grow brighter, Hope shall creep back in our hearts, and the whole earth, from end to end, will remember and come back to You. My Heart is pining with love, even for the deserter, have you not noticed? have you not heard My Sighs of Love? have you not read My theme of Love I have written for all My creation? come to Me and let Me see you stretch out your hands towards My Sanctuary, adore Me and bless Me, day and night, night and day; blessed one, I will ask you a question, only one, tell Me: do you love Me with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind? I love You, my Lord and my God, with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my mind, but I know that my love is poor, miserable and insufficient for Your Bounty. I will light a fire inside you then ... Come then and invade me! How am I to find the Way unless You fill my spirit with Your Light to guide my soul to the Truth and the Life? acknowledge your faults always and I shall help you surmount them; come, you who are Mine and My property, you are My property because you are poor and wretched, misery attracts Me; I shall revive your strength and I shall encourage you by lavishing My scents on you of blended incense; never give up, My child, never refuse Me a place in your heart; I am attracted by poverty, I seek poverty and misery; I have brought you to Me so that My Fire consumes you before the very eyes of all who see you; I am showing My Infinite Love through you to all mankind so that every man may see and learn that I am a God of Love, a consuming Fire; My God, You rained a downpour of blessings on me, Knowing that what You own and is Your ‘property’ is wicked and imperfect, and that I was unable to give You anything in return. I blessed My property ... – your candour delights Me ... – listen: I raise the poor from the dust, I lift the wretched and place them in My Sacred Heart, then I show them to My angels; I teach them My precepts and I become their Master and they, My pupils; and their sins are forgiven by Me, like frost in sunshine their sins melt away; then I ask the saints to watch and pray over them and I fill them with My Spirit of Understanding to enable them to perceive the Truth and reach a deeper understanding of My Knowledge; Lord, You who fostered me, father-like after resurrecting me from the valley of death and You who guided me in Your Light ever since and You who delivered me from evil, tell me, are we not all Your children? yes, you are;
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