“My son, the glory of the wounds of my stigmata that now spiritually appear within your hands, with the flames of my divine love within, is to say, love, love my children with all your heart and offer them the eternal glories of my mercy. I desire that you unite your heart to the suffering of my heart. For I suffer in love for all of those whom I love so dearly. And I, too, desire that you love them. I desire to take you to new heights.”

‘Yes, my Lord.’

“Yes, my son, to new heights in the glory of my love. Let me take you.”

‘My love, take me.’

“I am going to, and I shall always, speak to you of my abundant love, of my abundant peace and the hope of my mercy and goodness.”

‘I am most pleased that you have come to me. Lord, may the wounds of your crucifixion that I now bear within my hands be pressed upon the hearts of your children.’

“Let me take you, son, let me take you in the glory that is my love.”

‘My Lord, I pray for the strength and peace of your loving mercy to offer my heart to your children each day.’