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longer be separation between the Divine Will and the human! It
is a little girl who asks this of You, and I know that You do not
know how to deny anything to little ones."

But who can say all that I did and said? It would take too
long. Besides, I lack the words for what I say before the
Supreme Highness. It seems to me that here in this lowly world
one does not use the language of that immensity.

Also, at other times when I fuse myself in the Divine
Volition, and that immense void is present to my mind, I
circulate through all created things and imprint my "I love You"
to the Supreme Majesty, as if I wanted to fill all the atmosphere
with so many "I love You’s to reciprocate to the Supreme Love
for so much love towards creatures. Indeed, I circulate through
each thought of the creature and imprint my "I love You" for
each glance. I put there my "I love You" for each voice and in
each word. Furthermore I seal with my "I love You" each
heartbeat, work, thought, step, and I cover them with my "I love
You" directed to God. Descending to the depths of the sea and
the bottom of the ocean, with every darting of the fish, in each
drop of water I wish to fill them with my "I love You."

And afterwards, as if she had planted her "I love You"
everywhere, the little girl goes before the Divine Majesty; and,
as if she wanted to give Them a pleasant surprise, she says:
"My Creator and my Father, my Jesus and my Eternal Love,
look at everything, and, on the part of all creatures, listen to
them say they love You. Everywhere there is an "I love You"
for You; Heaven and earth are full of them: And, therefore, will
You not now concede to your little one that your Will descend
into the midst of creatures, that It make Itself known, that there
be peace with the human will and, taking Its just dominion, Its
place of honor, that no creature do its will again but always
yours?"

At other times while fusing myself in the Divine Volition, I
want to grieve for all the offenses done to my God. And
continuing my rounds in that immense void in order to find all
the sorrow that my Jesus had for all sins, I make it mine; and I
go around everywhere, in the most hidden and secret places, in
the public places, in evil acts to grieve for all the offenses. And
for each sin I feel like gathering in me the sorrow of all guilt and
shouting in each movement of creation: "Pardon, Pardon!"
There is no offense to God, even the smallest, for which I do

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