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Tuesday, 30 August 2016
1273 Jesus: My daughter, do you think you have written enough about My mercy?
What you have written is but a drop compared to the ocean. I am Love and Mercy Itself. There is no misery that could be a match for My mercy, neither will misery exhaust it, because as it is being granted – it increases. The soul that trusts in My mercy is most fortunate, because I Myself take care of it.