“Dress My Wounds.”
“My daughter, pray a great deal. Pray for those
who are consecrated to Me. I am always
thirsty for them. Do not fear. I am at the centre
of your life listening to you. Do not leave Me.
Stay with Me all the days so that in the Sacrament of My Love you
may give Me company. Take your place near Me.
I beg you to dress My wounds caused by the souls I love so much.
In the Sacrament of My Love I am a stranger where the closest souls
to Me do not recognize Me. I call and wait for them each moment.
For I make My home here. Abide with Me still in the depths of your
heart so that you will give Me shelter. Reflect on My words. I thirst.
If you can know this thirst – it is more than the thirst of mankind –
you would devise every means in your power to quench it. I order
you to pray a great deal and cloister souls in your heart.”
“I bless you.”
