Notebook 89 True Life in God 915 much to heal your disloyalty and count you as one of My brides .... My burning desire was to make Myself known to you in a most intimate way and show you the True God, the living God, the everlasting King; “let1 not this world reduce My lily to silence, let not their conspiracies affect her or touch her soul but let My psalms continue to be for her and for all those who hear them like a wedding song, that they get to know the Triune True God who is Father of All;” now, My lily, I will give constant cause for you to say: “My Lord is great!” you may come now in the nuptial chamber of My Heart; 2 have you not read: “joy for all who take shelter in Me, endless shouts of joy!” 3 and “my joy lies in being close to God;” 4 come to Me then, the Spouse invites you, you who look after My Own Vineyard, come and prosper in My Presence, and you will praise My Love above all; and again at the sight of the splendour of My Sacred Heart, your heart will succumb in My charms, remembering like an echo My appearance5 in your childhood, when I exerted all My charms to draw you to Me; and while I was drawing you to Me, My citadel, I said: “I will refresh My 1 Jesus, with a firm but low Voice, sounding like a command, uttered the words that followed; He was like He was talking to Himself; like one says: ‘thinking aloud’. 2Every time our Good Lord invites me in the nuptial chamber, it is His invitation of a retreat, because He made me understand that He wants me to be often alone with Him and only for Him. 3Ps. 5:11. 4Ps. 73:28. 5 The vision I had when I was a child. Jesus was smiling at me, I saw Him all the way to His waist. Every time He said: “come to Me;” I was drawn to Him by an invisible force. Then I was so close to Him that our faces met and I felt as though my face was absorbed by His Face. citadel from the river of My Heart and I will sanctify this citadel to keep My dwelling place from falling;” and your King exhaled on you His Breath like a delicate fragrance, then without any further delay I imprinted My Holy Face on yours, Face on face, sealed for all eternity; pause a while and reflect on these words .... may My words give you pleasure .... You are my Master now and so I bow to You; teach me what is pleasing to You so that all I will do may be acceptable to You; my reasonings are unsure and this citadel, which You call, is made out of clay and it weighs down the teeming mind; You say, My King, that You have imprinted Your Image on mine; yes; 6and while doing so, I then planted a kiss on those lips which would become My Echo and would proclaim the Truth, to train them to hymn My Name and say: “sing to the Prince-of-Peace, sing to the Immortal One, to the Mighty God; open your hearts and let them be consumed by His jealous Love; sing to the Lord and King, and exult at His coming;” come, let your eyes now, My beloved, feast on the fathomless treasures of My Heart, then the All Powerful One will carry you to have your pilgrimage in My Ears .... you will learn how to listen and understand shrewd proverbs, My love; if you lend an ear, you will learn from 6 Like I said before, in the vision of Christ, I was drawn near Him, until my face was stuck on His and it was as though my face went through His Face.
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