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not grieve and ask pardon. And so that everyone hear my
begging for pardon for all sins, I imprint it in the rumbling of the
thunder so that the sorrow for having offended my God might
thunder in every heart. I imprint my sorrow and contrition in the
whistling of the wind that cries to all: Repent and ask for
pardon; in the jingling of the bells: sorrow and pardon. And, in
summary, I do this in everything. Then, I bring before my God
the sorrow of all and implore pardon for everyone, and I say:

"Great God, make your Will descend upon the earth so
that sin no longer have any place! It is the human will alone
that produces so many offenses that they seem to flood the
entire earth with sin; it will be your Will which will destroy all
evil. Therefore, I beg You to content the little daughter of your
Will who does not want anything other than that your Will be
known and loved and reign in all hearts."

I remember that one day I was fusing myself in the Holy
Divine Volition and I looked at the sky which was pouring down,
and I felt pleasure in seeing the water fall to earth; and my
sweet Jesus, moving in my interior with love and unspeakable
tenderness, said to me:

"My daughter, my Will is in those drops of water that you
see descend from the sky. It runs rapidly together with the
water and goes to quench the thirst of creatures, to descend
into the human viscera, into the veins to refresh them and
constitute Itself Life of the creatures and to bring man my kiss,
my Love. It goes to irrigate the earth, to make it fruitful and
prepare man's food, and It goes for so many other needs that
he has. My Will wants to have life in all created things to give
Heavenly and earthly life to all creatures. But while It comes as
in festivity, full of love towards everyone, It does not receive
adequate exchange, and remains as though fasting because of
creatures. My daughter, your will fused in Mine runs even in
that water that rains from the sky. It goes together with my Will.
Don’t leave my Will alone, but give it the exchange of your love
and your gratitude in the name of everyone."

But while He said that, my eyes remained as though
enchanted. I could not look away from the water that was
raining; my will ran along with it; and I saw in that water the
hands of my Jesus which were exceedingly multiplied so as to
bring water with his own hands to everyone. Who can say what
I felt? Only Jesus can say it because He is its author. But who

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