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April 19th, the 1901 volume for the whole being of Louisa suffers the privation of Jesus. Jesus consoles her and explains to her something about grace.
"As I continue to pass my days without my adorable Jesus, but the most he comes like shadow and flashes, my poor heart is extremely embittered. I feel his probation so much that all of my fibres, my nerves, my bones, and even the drops of my blood writhed continuously and say to me: Where is Jesus? How is it you have lost him? What have you done that he is no longer coming? How can we be without him? Who else will console us since we have lost the font of all consolation? Who will fortify us in weakness? Who will correct us and uncover our defects since we have been deprived of that light which more than electric filament penetrated into the most intimate hiding places and with the most ineffable sweetness corrected and healed our wounds? Everything is misery, everything is squalor, everything is gloom. Without him, how shall we go on? And even though in the depth of my will I feel resigned and I keep offering his very provision as the greatest sacrifice for love of him, everything else wages a continuous war against me and puts me in a torture. Lord, how much it costs me to have known you and at how high a price you make me pay for your past visits."
Now, while I was in the state of grace, he made himself seen for short instants and he told me: "Since grace is part of me, as you possess it with reason and by strict necessity, everything that forms your being cannot be without me. This is the reason why everything asks you for me and you are tortured continuously since you are soaked with me and filled with part of me. Only when they possess me, not only in part but completely, then do they find peace and remain content."
And as I lamented about my hard position, he added: "I too experienced extreme abandonment in the course of my passion, even though my will was always united with the Father and with the Holy Spirit, and I wanted to suffer this in order to divinize the cross completely, so much so that in looking at me and in looking at the cross, you will find the same splendor, the same lessons, and the same mirror in which you can reflect yourself continuously with no difference between the two."
April 19th, 1919, volume 12. Jesus did for each soul everything that they were supposed to do toward their Creator. Continuing in my usual state, I felt all afflicted, and my always lovable Jesus, coming, clasped me and placing his arm around my neck told me: "My daughter, what is it? Your affliction weighs upon my heart and pierces me more than my own pains. Poor daughter, you have compassionated me many times and have taken my pains upon yourself. Now I want to compassionate you and take your pain myself." And he clasped me all to his heart and drawing me outside of myself, he added: "Be cheered, my daughter, come into my will to be able to better understand and see all that my humanity did for the good of creatures."
I don't know how to say all that I understood. In many things, I lack the words. I will just say what my sweet Jesus told me: "My daughter, my humanity was the only organ which reordered the harmony between Creator and creature. I did for each soul all that they were supposed to do toward their Creator, not excluding even lost souls, because I was to give to the Father complete glory, love, and satisfaction for all created things. With this only difference: the souls who somehow fulfill their duties toward their Creator, almost nobody arrives at satisfying them. All unite their glory to mine, and everything they do remains as though grafted into mine. While the lost ones remain as though parched members, and since vital humors are missing in them, they are not fit for receiving any graft of the good I have done for them, but they are only fit for burning in the eternal fire. Therefore, my humanity restored the lost harmony between creatures and Creator and sealed it at the price of blood and unheard-of pains."
End of April 19th. Fiat.