V12 – 5.23.18 -“My dove, Luisa who can say the flights that you take in My Will, the space that you cover, the air that you swallow? No one, no one – not even you would be able to say it. I alone – I alone can say it; I, Who measure the fibers; I, Who count the flights of your thoughts, of your heartbeats. And as you fly, I see the hearts that you touch. But do not stop – fly to more hearts, and knock, again and again. Then, fly over again, and on your wings bring My ‘I Love you’ to more hearts, to make Me Loved; and then, in one flight, come to My Heart to take refreshment, to start all over again with more rapid flights. I amuse Myself with My dove; and I call the Angels and My little Mama to amuse Themselves with Me. But, you know? I AM not telling you everything; the rest I will tell you in Heaven. Oh, how many surprising things I will tell you!”

“I feel as though I am with Mary and Joseph beside the Crib.

It is good to be there. Outside are the cold and the snow,

images of the world, but in the little cave,

lit by the light of Jesus, it is sweet and warm and light.”

~ St. Thomas Becket ~