‘Lord, your love is amazing. It is beyond words to describe the glory that you are. I rejoice. I rejoice now. And give thanks that you brought me to New York and provided in ways unexpected.’

“Let your heart be filled with the glory of my love, my son. And see all the good that was fulfilled by my hand. You were present for her, in the name of Carlo, for my glory. Did I not place your feet upon the altar of my church to sit and be present?”

‘Yes. My Lord?’

“My son, speak to me from your heart.”

‘Yes, my Lord, it would give me joy to remain here for one more night, but I have already reserved my room in Santo Domingo.’

“My son, if it is your desire, ask Father Patrick if you may stay at his parish, for I know your desires are pure to be present for Antonia. It was Father Patrick who reiterated that he had offered. But whether you stay or you go, my son, sow in love.”

‘I feel as though it is not prudent.’

“My son, love is prudent, for prudence does not hinder my Spirit. So, do not consider the funds. Most importantly, consider the hearts and the heart of my will.

Yes, prudence does not hinder the Spirit.

Hide nothing of who you are in me. I created you to be who you are in my name.”

‘My Lord, continue to take me to new heights of love. For your hope and mercy have no bounds, but abound in love in all things.’