tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61372053326934442152024-02-22T17:58:13.680+00:00Divine MercyDouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comBlogger591125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-83892076647025931002020-05-06T08:07:00.001+01:002020-05-06T08:07:41.392+01:00Diary 858 During Vespers, I saw the Lord Jesus, <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciukmqWNReO93ZsEL5FI2xvJ9M_qM6Su_DTCqWYL9XsuXUbo0yCaoMLcSuoU92q24W-Hq19dOgOMaJsUlDFizAgoeSj9HUl6gMXZdoNw1JtD4zUJ8rsGlzK_O6GL9PJYjSYORbYMIoGA/s1600/Divine+Mercy_JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciukmqWNReO93ZsEL5FI2xvJ9M_qM6Su_DTCqWYL9XsuXUbo0yCaoMLcSuoU92q24W-Hq19dOgOMaJsUlDFizAgoeSj9HUl6gMXZdoNw1JtD4zUJ8rsGlzK_O6GL9PJYjSYORbYMIoGA/s1600/Divine+Mercy_JPG.jpeg" border="0" data-original-width="1203" data-original-height="1600" width="240" height="320"></a></div>who looked sweetly and profoundly into my soul. My daughter, have patience; it won’t be long now. That profound look and those words filled my soul with strength and power, courage and extraordinary trust that I would carry out everything He was demanding of me, despite such tremendous difficulties, and [filled me with] a special conviction that the Lord is with me and that with Him I can do all things. All the powers on earth and in hell are as nothing to me. Everything must fall before the power of His Name. I entrust everything into Your hands, O my Lord and God. Sole Commander of my soul, direct me according to Your eternal desires.DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-30660558807561028522020-04-17T07:42:00.001+01:002020-04-17T07:42:43.046+01:00408 When I become immersed in the Lord’s Passion, I often see the Lord Jesus, during adoration, <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMQRBRWFLGDLNixcPQpza7XLyzFZua1oQ3UZZqzwIZ0KsD7TokmI4Hd7QGiZ4uZQrY-GsCuuCsfILWVwrv9BW5EmT2bKfyC1pCxQSXaGgSddwB7KG8dIHC00gRxa0ixSBgV-7V5tHFg4/s1600/faustina-eucharist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMQRBRWFLGDLNixcPQpza7XLyzFZua1oQ3UZZqzwIZ0KsD7TokmI4Hd7QGiZ4uZQrY-GsCuuCsfILWVwrv9BW5EmT2bKfyC1pCxQSXaGgSddwB7KG8dIHC00gRxa0ixSBgV-7V5tHFg4/s1600/faustina-eucharist.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="500" width="320" height="200"></a></div>in this manner: after the scourging, the torturers took the Lord and stripped Him of His own garment, which had already adhered to the wounds; as they took it off, His wounds reopened; then they threw a dirty and tattered scarlet cloak over the fresh wounds of the Lord. The cloak, in some places, barely reached His knees. They made Him sit on a piece of beam. And then they wove a crown of thorns, which they put on His sacred head. They put a reed in His hand and made fun of Him, bowing to Him as to a king. Some spat in His face, while others took the reed and struck Him on the head with it. Others caused him pain by slapping Him; still others covered His face and struck Him with their fists. Jesus bore all this with meekness. Who can comprehend Him — comprehend His suffering? Jesus’ eyes were downcast. I sensed what was happening in the most sweet Heart of Jesus at that time. Let every soul reflect on what Jesus was suffering at that moment. They tried to outdo each other in insulting the Lord. I reflected: Where does such malice in man come from? It is caused by sin. Love and sin have met.DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-45552474951545040592019-03-25T08:27:00.001+00:002019-03-25T08:27:15.438+00:00462 Now I understand well that what unites our soul most closely to God is self-denial; <p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoc9rwkoyzPT7aRqXUZ1um22nO7Ud9PMXOGDUiICSurF_AxQHbZFQTU5hgW6lgp2RMfYe6Y12mWV-6beC1eXmLQCSE8tuGqUrFV4tBRAMWlANC1Vo7Q7xnZOIO0lwWdEWXwvNl-jlzCs/s1600/IMG_1839.JP" imageanchor="1" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoc9rwkoyzPT7aRqXUZ1um22nO7Ud9PMXOGDUiICSurF_AxQHbZFQTU5hgW6lgp2RMfYe6Y12mWV-6beC1eXmLQCSE8tuGqUrFV4tBRAMWlANC1Vo7Q7xnZOIO0lwWdEWXwvNl-jlzCs/" data-original-width="" data-original-height=""></a></p><p></p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">that is, joining our will to the will of God. This is what makes the soul truly free,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> contributes to profound recollection of the spirit, and makes all life's burdens light,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> and death sweet.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-71984403544016697762019-02-23T09:23:00.001+00:002019-02-23T09:23:42.001+00:00210 I fervently beg the Lord to strengthen my faith, <p><p></p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1es-CNbLGkoxD6W-bMtEn18ga_PqHzIMRq3qyjw72wEA109xzuhnsfxF03ORqwXR1LOyiwvq_co1TQo42uGUXRftFi5NqNCKVTaf6QdDcfZ0EhQpIoo5YbvYUa3hqXtH85fPpPJGF54/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1es-CNbLGkoxD6W-bMtEn18ga_PqHzIMRq3qyjw72wEA109xzuhnsfxF03ORqwXR1LOyiwvq_co1TQo42uGUXRftFi5NqNCKVTaf6QdDcfZ0EhQpIoo5YbvYUa3hqXtH85fPpPJGF54/" data-original-width="" data-original-height="" class=" imageResizeTarget"></a></p><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">so that in my drab, everyday life I will not</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> be guided by human dispositions, but by those of the spirit. Oh, how everything drags</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> man towards the earth! But lively faith maintains the soul in the higher regions and</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> assigns self-love its proper place; that is to say, the lowest one.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-236390391585028582018-12-14T22:53:00.001+00:002018-12-14T22:53:24.046+00:00Divine Mercy Diary 83 Write this: before I come as the Just Judge, I am coming first as the King of Mercy. Before the day of justice arrives, there will be given to people a sign in the heavens of this sort: <p><p></p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ujmskvH9Ol9ck3_wpYKnIaJFBM5XbuSiXUNJWIpqBnprfys-sXK-QH3f3gXHUsP1G1FX_bxfiQCLgAmFGkZUTTMRH5BW4q4rsHFMqn0AyzZwfyFOGs7TVTMcxKKBHgShsKgnR_nsEBU/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ujmskvH9Ol9ck3_wpYKnIaJFBM5XbuSiXUNJWIpqBnprfys-sXK-QH3f3gXHUsP1G1FX_bxfiQCLgAmFGkZUTTMRH5BW4q4rsHFMqn0AyzZwfyFOGs7TVTMcxKKBHgShsKgnR_nsEBU/" data-original-width="" data-original-height="" /></a></p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>All light in the heavens will be extinguished, and there will be great darkness over </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>the whole earth. Then the sign of the cross will be seen in the sky, and from the </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>openings where the hands and the feet of the Savior were nailed will come forth </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>great lights which will light up the earth for a period of time. This will take place </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>shortly before the last day.</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-51484006336380632452018-12-06T20:05:00.001+00:002018-12-06T20:05:54.200+00:001448 Write, speak of My mercy. Tell souls where they are to look for solace; that is, in the Tribunal of Mercy [the Sacrament of Reconciliation]There the greatest miracles take place [and] are incessantly repeated.<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlH3gzSshY0hxor4KkIhQLPCfm3dpYrbpefQ5xPuXjxCrOVYJn6YVPjbWDYZC7eY5_IanCa1se88W77E2DQ3K9QEWWS8-2gq9ilTKTgK0YaqwcPUbmht2O-z_ilu11oqs63CjMuGfO5Y/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlH3gzSshY0hxor4KkIhQLPCfm3dpYrbpefQ5xPuXjxCrOVYJn6YVPjbWDYZC7eY5_IanCa1se88W77E2DQ3K9QEWWS8-2gq9ilTKTgK0YaqwcPUbmht2O-z_ilu11oqs63CjMuGfO5Y/" data-original-width="" data-original-height="" /></a></p><p></p><span style="font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b> To avail oneself of this miracle, it is </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>not necessary to go on a great pilgrimage or to carry out some external </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>ceremony; it suffices to come with faith to the feet of My representative and to </b><span style="font-family: Arial, Bold; font-size: 12pt;"><b>reveal to him one‟s misery, and the miracle of Divine Mercy will be fully </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>demonstrated. Were a soul like a decaying corpse so that from a human </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>standpoint, there would be no </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">[hope of] <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>restoration and everything would already </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>be lost, it is not so with God. The miracle of Divine Mercy restores that soul in </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>full. Oh, how miserable are those who do not take advantage of the miracle of </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>God‟s mercy! You will call out in vain, but it will be too late.</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> +</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-86584894181446461282018-11-24T20:02:00.001+00:002018-11-24T20:04:55.612+00:00Diary 1400 I live from one hour to the next and am not able to get along in any other way.<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7114872173778589269" itemprop="articleBody" style="width: 338px; position: relative; line-height: 1.3; font-size: 15.84px;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y4EZB5pqjsj7ZNSs4s2_cMko03gEF9ltF2oOCEPgqQ5IMWeUqs2uFcSuTmDdfl1_0V2amPp0ca0d_RsguXePJGrwmotazQmYQZO-Zd-uhsITcK3_LdtJuBg6XQLFb3MHQFHOLYkQ__4/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y4EZB5pqjsj7ZNSs4s2_cMko03gEF9ltF2oOCEPgqQ5IMWeUqs2uFcSuTmDdfl1_0V2amPp0ca0d_RsguXePJGrwmotazQmYQZO-Zd-uhsITcK3_LdtJuBg6XQLFb3MHQFHOLYkQ__4/" data-original-width="" data-original-height=""></a></p></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;"><font size="3"><font face="inherit">I want to</font><font face="inherit" style=""> make the best possible use of the present moment, faithfully accomplishing everything</font><font face="inherit" style=""> that it gives me. In all things, I depend on God with unwavering trust</font></font><font face="Arial" style="font-size: 12pt;">.</font><br></p></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br><br></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="line-height: 1.6; margin: 1.5em 0px 0px; font-size: 14.4px;"><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="margin: 10px 0px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="post-author vcard" style="margin-right: 1em; margin-left: 0px;"></span><span class="post-timestamp" style="margin-right: 1em; margin-left: -1em;"></span><span class="post-comment-link" style="margin-right: 0px;"></span></div></div>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-64513223229166790402018-07-21T11:37:00.000+01:002018-07-21T11:37:37.071+01:001377 November 5. 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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and insisted on<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> being let in. When Sister N. had argued with them for quite a while and could not make<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> them go away, she then came to the chapel (<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>25</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">) to find Mother [Irene], who told me to<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> go. When I was still a good way from the gate I could hear them banging loudly. At<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> first, I was overcome with doubt and fear, and I did not know whether to open the gate<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> or, like Sister N., to answer them through the little window. But suddenly I heard a voice<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> in my soul saying, <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>Go and open the gate and talk to them as sweetly as you talk to </b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;">Me.</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"> I opened the gate at once and approached the most menacing of them and began to<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> speak to them with such sweetness and calm that they did not know what to do with<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> themselves. And they too began to speak gently and said, “Well, it‟s too bad that the<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> convent can‟t give us work.” And they went away peacefully. I felt clearly that Jesus,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> whom I had received in Holy Communion just an hour before, had worked in their hearts<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> through me. Oh, how good it is to act under God‟s inspiration!<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-66171427732239151982018-07-01T20:04:00.001+01:002018-07-01T20:04:03.895+01:00935 My contact with the dying is, just as it has been in the past, very close. I often accompany a person who is dying far away, but my greatest joy is when I see the promise of <p><p></p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hFY324kqi1P6jiQImempUNwszFWb4CaqL63_-GVkGxmcmaNtnKhG-5TUlxFGpOhlRNnTLzwSS9UlIxSKl-qaGXa2dlnpsc89RNG2bPTf_LAjo6_vJdtbYhyphenhyphenLNoqrWup4hA-yNDT1woQ/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hFY324kqi1P6jiQImempUNwszFWb4CaqL63_-GVkGxmcmaNtnKhG-5TUlxFGpOhlRNnTLzwSS9UlIxSKl-qaGXa2dlnpsc89RNG2bPTf_LAjo6_vJdtbYhyphenhyphenLNoqrWup4hA-yNDT1woQ/" data-original-width="" data-original-height="" /></a></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">mercy fulfilled in these souls. The Lord is faithful; what He once ordains – He fulfills.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 936 + A certain person in our ward was beginning to die. Amidst terrible tortures, she was<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> dying for three days, sometimes regaining consciousness. Everyone in the ward was<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> praying for her. I longed to go to her, but Mother Superior had forbidden me to go to visit<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> the dying, so I prayed for that poor soul in my room. But when I heard the she was still in<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> agony, and thee was no saying how long it was going to take, I suddenly felt inspired in<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> my soul and said to the Lord, “Jesus, if all I do is pleasing to You, (<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>285</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">) I ask You, as<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> evidence, to let that soul stop suffering and pass on immediately to her happy eternity.” A<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> few minutes later I learned that the person had passed away so peacefully and quickly<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> that they did not even have time to light the candle.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-65534725515953784362018-06-20T15:15:00.001+01:002018-06-20T15:15:56.686+01:00Diary 1482 O truth, so often oppressed, you nearly always wear a crown of thorns! <p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqnPF1438tnODd0d5SvVn6-PsRNlQ_U0C7dCaRyCcpDtHYwAlpYPEb8lmZDKikOgs8SFlndKq3kP9q_JQGvDSmfBX9bYhsm5g31UVaIfZHNGJxKqV27e7cxjoV0_92gIvpbNWQ8u_HTM/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqnPF1438tnODd0d5SvVn6-PsRNlQ_U0C7dCaRyCcpDtHYwAlpYPEb8lmZDKikOgs8SFlndKq3kP9q_JQGvDSmfBX9bYhsm5g31UVaIfZHNGJxKqV27e7cxjoV0_92gIvpbNWQ8u_HTM/" data-original-width="" data-original-height="" /></a><br></p><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">O Eternal Truth, support me that I may have the courage to speak the truth even if it would<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> come about that I would pay for it with my life. O Jesus, how hard it is to believe in this,<span style="font-size: 12pt;">when one sees one thing taught and something else lived.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-13056015881527988552018-06-16T15:18:00.001+01:002018-06-16T15:18:32.448+01:00Diary 560 when I was making my Holy Hour I saw the Lord Jesus (29) as He appears in the Image, <p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfstzGBbaJhXbT-NCpnviX4ax9CfZGRt8OxNOk47Ro-Y9UWzHIgYmi6GiOpe3z9akgZpeC-gNQBdpTFZyy10F2CSqm0WmZzF97rQwjJ9kJWQQLQjHdORzGTwkVXiZRqoc5EuyJwzF934/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfstzGBbaJhXbT-NCpnviX4ax9CfZGRt8OxNOk47Ro-Y9UWzHIgYmi6GiOpe3z9akgZpeC-gNQBdpTFZyy10F2CSqm0WmZzF97rQwjJ9kJWQQLQjHdORzGTwkVXiZRqoc5EuyJwzF934/" data-original-width="" data-original-height=""></a><br></p><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, serif"><span style="font-size: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and He told me that I must repeat to my confessor and my superiors everything He says to me or asks of me…. and do only what you receive permission to do. And He gave me to know how displeased He was with persons who are self-willed, and I recognized that I was one of these. I saw this shadow of self-will in myself, and I threw myself in the dust115 before His Majesty and, with a broken heart, begged His pardon. But Jesus did not let me remain in this state for long. His divine gaze filled my heart with such joy that I have no words to express it. And Jesus gave me to know that I should ask Him more questions and seek His advice. </span></font><br>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-1533392684056103052018-05-27T19:28:00.001+01:002018-05-27T19:29:12.618+01:001163 When I went to talk with the Lord for a while, I heard a voice in my soul:<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWywZxT2yChyq62InFJ1pV-kQ-Fy725SWgpqyJTECkxJl4QcVebBjkaVYWI1RCxrg0LAez6X3cMGhlsq1-wxcaivtvgvVKdQv7VZDlmkpfSPoZu_8NZzdlzrWX5mIbId-nbqKtTE1_pg/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWywZxT2yChyq62InFJ1pV-kQ-Fy725SWgpqyJTECkxJl4QcVebBjkaVYWI1RCxrg0LAez6X3cMGhlsq1-wxcaivtvgvVKdQv7VZDlmkpfSPoZu_8NZzdlzrWX5mIbId-nbqKtTE1_pg/" data-original-width="" data-original-height=""></a><br></p><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>My </b><span style="font-family: Arial, Bold; font-size: 12pt;"><b>– </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>I will not </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>give you the grace to reveal yourself to someone else, and even if you did bare </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>yourself, I will not give that priest the grace needed to understand you. At this </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>time, it is My desire that you put up with yourself patiently. (45) My daughter, it is </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>not My will that you should tell everybody about the gifts I have granted you. I</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>have entrusted you to the care of the friend of My Heart, and under his direction </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>your soul will bloom. I have given him light to recognize My life in your soul.</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 1164 <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>My daughter, when I was before Herod, I obtained a grace for you; namely, that you </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>would be able to rise above human scorn and follow faithfully in My footsteps. Be </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>silent when they do not want to acknowledge your truth, because it is then that you </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>speak more eloquently</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 1165 <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>Know this, My daughter: if you strive for perfection you will sanctify many souls; </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>and if you do not strive for sanctity, by the same token, many souls will remain </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>imperfect. Know that their perfection will depend on your perfection, and the </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>greater part of the responsibility for these souls will fall on you.</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1166 <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>Then He said to me, Do not fear, My child; but remain faithful only to My grace…</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-29292279171810558032018-05-26T14:23:00.001+01:002018-05-26T14:23:51.145+01:001102 There are, in my life, times and moments of spiritual insight; that is, divine illuminations, <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzd9g132v_TIQmtT_29SOYZTYMt5ouCrmhR3zG2GBzXrd7dZtuIRIZcpyIj9BGnMxxdm-D6pOmdPVW7r_YMNvFasT6ceXSjR27MMrR9sv5pQoII0MPiZcMQbpSFud5W3eChOQ2haf3sc/s1600/%255BUNSET%255" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzd9g132v_TIQmtT_29SOYZTYMt5ouCrmhR3zG2GBzXrd7dZtuIRIZcpyIj9BGnMxxdm-D6pOmdPVW7r_YMNvFasT6ceXSjR27MMrR9sv5pQoII0MPiZcMQbpSFud5W3eChOQ2haf3sc/" data-original-width="" data-original-height="" /></a><br></p>when the soul receives inward instruction about things it has not read in any book and<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> has not been taught by any person. These are times of great inner knowledge which God <span style="font-size: 12pt;">himself imparts to the soul. These are great mysteries…… I often receive light and the <span style="font-size: 12pt;">knowledge of the interior life of God and of God‟s intimate <span style="font-size: 12pt;">disposition, and this fills me<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> with unutterable trust and a joy that I cannot contain within myself; I desire to dissolve <span style="font-size: 12pt;">completely in Him……<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-30038274645327832542018-05-11T19:29:00.004+01:002018-05-11T19:29:56.949+01:00413 This morning I heard these words: From today until the [celebration of the] Resurrection, you will not feel My presence, but your soul will be filled with great longing. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And immediately a great longing filled my soul; I felt a separation<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> from my beloved Jesus, and when the moment for Holy Communion came, I saw<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> the suffering Face of Jesus in every Host [contained] in the chalice. From that<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> moment, I felt a more intense yearning in my heart.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 414 On Good Friday, at three o‟clock in the afternoon, when I entered the chapel, I<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> heard these words: <span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>I desire that the image be publicly (173) honored.</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then I<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> saw the Lord Jesus dying on the Cross amidst great suffering, and out of the Heart<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> of Jesus came the same two rays as are in the image.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 127<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 415 Saturday. During Vespers, I saw the Lord Jesus radiant as the sun, in a bright<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> garment, and He said to me,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>May your heart be joyful. </b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And great joy flooded me,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> and I was penetrated with God‟s presence, which for the soul, is a treasure beyond<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> words.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 416 When the image was displayed, <span style="font-size: 8pt;">94 <span style="font-size: 12pt;">I saw a sudden movement of the hand of Jesus,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> as He made a large sign of the cross. In the evening of the same day, when I had<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> gone to bed, I saw the image going over the town, and the town was covered with<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> what appeared to be a mesh and nets. As Jesus passed, He cut through all the<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> nets and finally made a large sign of the cross and disappeared. I saw myself<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> surrounded by a multitude of malicious figures burning with hatred for me. Various<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> threats came from their lips, but none of them touched me. After a moment, this<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> apparition vanished, but for a long time I could not get to sleep.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 4</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-71620402634174964592018-03-16T10:56:00.004+00:002018-03-16T10:56:46.177+00:001611 + When the chaplain [Father Theodore] brings me the Lord Jesus, there are moments when I am pervaded with a very vivid presence of God, and the Lord gives me to know His holiness. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At such times, I see the smallest speck on my soul, and I would like to purify my soul before every Holy Communion. When I asked the confessor, he said there was no need to confess before every Holy Communion. Holy Communion takes away these tiny things and it is a temptation to think about confession when receiving Holy Communion. I did not go on to explain the condition of my soul in any greater detail, because he was not my director, but the confessor.237 This knowledge does not take up my time, because it is faster than lightning; it enkindles my love, leaving me with a knowledge of myself…. </div>
DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-7071839961344825762018-03-05T13:24:00.001+00:002018-03-05T13:24:20.289+00:001283 Often the Lord gives me interior knowledge concerning the persons I meet <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;">O my Lord! I always remain in holy<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> amazement when I sense that You are approaching me, You, the Lord of the awesome<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> throne; that You descend to this miserable exile and visit this poor beggar who has<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> nothing but misery! I do not know how to entertain You, my Royal Prince, but You know<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> that I love You with every beat of my heart. I see how You lower yourself, but <span style="font-size: 12pt;">nevertheless our majesty does not (<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>255</b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">) diminish in my eyes. I know that You love me <span style="font-size: 12pt;">with the love of a bridegroom, and that is enough for me. Although we are separated by a<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> great chasm, for You are the Creator and I am Your creature, nevertheless, love alone <span style="font-size: 12pt;">explains our union. Without it, all is incomprehensible. Only love makes it possible to <span style="font-size: 12pt;">understand these incomprehensible intimacies with which You visit me. O Jesus, Your <span style="font-size: 12pt;">greatness terrifies me, and I would be in constant astonishment and fear, if You yourself <span style="font-size: 12pt;">did not set me at peace. You make me capable of communing with You before each <span style="font-size: 12pt;">approach.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-76665882697157334722018-02-05T09:23:00.000+00:002018-02-05T09:23:02.726+00:00926 February 9, [1937]. Shrove Tuesday. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-41244328681329308582018-01-07T10:08:00.002+00:002018-01-07T10:08:29.100+00:00 418 .........When I had taken a few steps, a great multitude of demons blocked my way. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfK8dYNxQXF5yvBLKVr3y5hckj-ZSrML0YVwHrJYPkJ8uUv1RX3NSBwrmdUuk4nPl50LV5YrSfmQqYe8bNFmFY_My_FhOskInzSv9ie5srU3NbZ0eNOVilYNsjrHJ03Y6EQF9gCjly5Q/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfK8dYNxQXF5yvBLKVr3y5hckj-ZSrML0YVwHrJYPkJ8uUv1RX3NSBwrmdUuk4nPl50LV5YrSfmQqYe8bNFmFY_My_FhOskInzSv9ie5srU3NbZ0eNOVilYNsjrHJ03Y6EQF9gCjly5Q/s400/1.jpg" width="266" /></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They threatened me with terrible tortures, and voices<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> could be heard: “She has snatched away everything we have worked for over so<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> many years!” When I asked them, “Where have you come from in such great<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> numbers?” the wicked forms answered, “Out of human hearts; stop tormenting us!”<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> 419 Seeing their great hatred for me, I immediately asked my Guardian Angel for help,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> and at once the bright and radiant figure of my Guardian Angel appeared and said<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> to me, “Do not fear, spouse of my Lord; without His permission these spirits will do<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> you no harm.” Immediately the evil spirits vanished, and the faithful Guardian<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Angel accompanied me, in a visible manner, right to the very house. His look was<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> modest and peaceful, and a flame of fire sparkled from his forehead.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> O Jesus, I would like to toil and wear myself out and suffer all my life for that one<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> moment in which I saw Your glory, O lord, and profit for souls.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-44267592575714036932017-12-31T09:37:00.001+00:002017-12-31T09:37:29.266+00:00329 (139) Toward the end of a three-day retreat, I saw myself walking along a rough path. I kept stumbling continually, and I saw following me the figure of a person who kept supporting me. <div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2nygKQi29EhdWQwYU1i2ObEI2ZALVMCi3tP6JapjveEMNWDkkp3Q5W1T2G633AYUXp7QPrW-T84F6cZNUJO5Z0jy58yHhmq37r2mi3VyI-vqjyo3ZsK_qTKBn64yhDEg1nWOLJZK8Xo/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2nygKQi29EhdWQwYU1i2ObEI2ZALVMCi3tP6JapjveEMNWDkkp3Q5W1T2G633AYUXp7QPrW-T84F6cZNUJO5Z0jy58yHhmq37r2mi3VyI-vqjyo3ZsK_qTKBn64yhDEg1nWOLJZK8Xo/ cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="border: 1px solid; border-radius: 2px;padding: 5px; max-width: 320px " /></a></div><div class="blogaway-section"><p>I was not happy with this and asked the person to leave me alone, as I wanted to walk on my own. But the figure, whom I could not recognize, did not leave me for a moment. I got impatient and turned around and pushed the person away from me. At that moment I saw that it was Mother Superior [Irene], and at the same moment I saw that it was not Mother Superior, but the Lord Jesus who looked deeply into me and gave me to understand how painful it was to Him when I did not, even in the smallest things, do my Superior‟s will, which is My will, [He said]. I asked pardon of the Lord and took the warning very much to heart. </p></div><br/>DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-75601554211194912172017-11-23T14:46:00.001+00:002017-11-23T14:46:25.311+00:00351 (147) O my God, how sweet it is to suffer for You, <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">suffer in the most secret recesses <span style="font-size: 12pt;">of the heart, in the greatest hiddenness, to burn like a sacrifice noticed by no one,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> pure as crystal, with no consolation or compassion. My spirit burns in active love. I<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> waste no time in dreaming. I take every moment singly as it comes, for this is within<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> my power. The past does not belong to me; the future is not mine; with all my soul I<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> try to make use of the present moment.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But she could not be admitted. She was in great need of our house. During the conversation which I had with her, the Passion of Jesus was renewed in me. When she 294 had gone, I undertook one of the severest mortifications. Nevertheless, the next time I will not let such a soul get away. For three days I suffered much on her account. How much I regret that our institutions are so small and that they cannot accommodate a greater number of souls. My Jesus, You know how much I grieve over every straying sheep….. </span></div>
DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-16856728620889860162017-10-28T09:30:00.000+01:002017-10-28T09:30:00.031+01:00851 December 28, [1936]. Today I have started a novena to The Divine Mercy. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 12pt;">That is, I <span style="font-size: 12pt;">place myself in spirit before the image and recite the chaplet which the Lord has<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> taught me. On the second day of the novena, I saw the image, as it were, come alive,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> adorned with numberless votive lamps, and I saw great crowds of people coming<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> there, and many of them were filled with happiness. O Jesus, with what great joy did<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> my heart beat! I am making the novena for the intention of two people; namely, the<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Archbishop [Jalbrzykowski] and Father Sopocko. I am earnestly asking the Lord to<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> inspire the Archbishop to approve the chaplet, which is so pleasing to God, and also<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> the image, and that he may not put off or delay this work……..</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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DouayRheimshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151218210825169289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137205332693444215.post-37394913824407663692017-10-05T08:23:00.003+01:002017-10-05T08:23:38.323+01:00160 + The crusade day, 54 which is the fifth of the month, happened to fall on the First Friday of the month. This was my day for keeping watch before the Lord Jesus. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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