Thursday, 8 December 2016

1337 As I was praying before the Blessed Sacrament and greeting the five wounds of Jesus,

at each salutation I felt a torrent of graces gushing into my soul, giving me a foretaste of heaven and absolute confidence in God‟s mercy. 1338 As I write these words, I hear the cry of Satan: “She‟s writing everything, she‟s writing everything, and because of this we are losing so much! Do not write about the goodness of God; He is just!” And howling with fury, he vanished.