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79 O Mary, my Mother and my Lady, I offer You my soul,
my body, my life and my death, and all that will Follow it. I place
everything in Your hands. O my Mother, cover my soul with Your virginal
mantle and grant me the grace of purity of heart, soul and body. Defend me
with Your power against all enemies, and especially against those who hide
their malice behind the mask of virtue. O lovely lily! You are for me a
mirror, O my Mother!
148 +A noble and delicate soul, even the most simple,
but one of delicate sensibilities, sees God in everything, finds Him
everywhere, and knows how to find Him in even the most hidden things. It
finds all things important, it highly appreciates all things, it thanks God
for all things, it draws profit for the soul from all things, and it gives
all glory to God. It places its trust in God and is not confused when the
time of ordeals comes. It knows that God is always the best of Fathers and
makes little of human opinion. It follows faithfully the faintest breath of
the Holy Spirit; it rejoices in this Spiritual Guest and holds onto Him
like a child to its mother. Where other souls come to a standstill and
fear, this soul passes on without fear or difficulty.
161 Immaculate Virgin,
Pure crystal for my heart,
You are my strength, O sturdy anchor!
You are the weak heart's shield and protection.
Mary you are pure, of purity incomparable;
At once both Virgin and Mother,
You are beautiful as the sun, without blemish,
And your soul is beyond all comparison.
Your beauty has delighted the eye of the Thrice-Holy One.
He descended from heaven, leaving His eternal throne,
And took Body and Blood of your heart
And for nine months lay hidden in a Virgin's Heart.
O Mother, Virgin, purest of all lilies,
Your heart was Jesus' first tabernacle on earth.
Only because no humility was deeper than yours
Were you raised above the choirs of Angels and above all Saints.
O Mary, my sweet Mother,
I give you my soul, my body and my poor heart.
Be the guardian of my life,
Especially at the hour of death, in the final strife.
220 O my eternal Lord and Creator, how am I going to
thank You for this great favor; namely, that You have deigned to choose
miserable me to be Your betrothed and that You are to unite me to yourself
in an eternal bond? O dearest Treasure of my heart, I offer You all the
adoration and thanksgiving of the Saints and of all the choirs of Angels,
and I unite myself in a special way with Your Mother. O Mary, my Mother, I
humbly beg of You, cover my soul with Your virginal cloak at this very
important moment of my life, so that thus I may become dearer to Your Son
and may worthily praise Your Son's mercy before the whole world and
throughout all eternity.
260 I had permission to visit
Czestochowa while on my journey. I saw the Mother of God [image] for the
first time, when I went to attend the unveiling of the image at five in the
morning. I prayed without interruption until eleven, and it seemed to me
that I had just come. The superior of the house there [Mother Serafin[75]] sent a sister for
me, to tell me to come to breakfast and said she was worried that I would
miss my train. The Mother of God told me many things. I entrusted my
perpetual vows to Her. I felt that I was her child and that She was my
Mother. She did not refuse any of my requests.
309 Before heaven and earth,
before all the choirs of Angels, before the Most Holy Virgin Mary, before
all the Powers of heaven, I declare to the One Triune God that today, in
union with Jesus Christ, Redeemer of souls, I make a voluntary offering of
myself for the conversion of sinners, especially for those souls who have
lost hope in God's mercy. This offering consists in my accepting, with
total subjection to God's will, all the sufferings, fears and terrors with
which sinners are filled. In return, I give them all the consolations which
my soul receives from my communion with God. In a word, I offer everything
for them: Holy Masses, Holy Communions, penances, mortifications, prayers.
I do not fear the blows, blows of divine justice, because I am united with
Jesus. O my God, in this way I want to make amends to You for the souls
that do not trust in Your goodness. I hope against all hope in the ocean of
Your mercy. My Lord and my God, my portion-my portion forever, I do not
base this act of oblation on my own strength, but on the strength that
flows from the merits of Jesus Christ. I will daily repeat this act of
self-oblation by pronouncing the following prayer which You yourself have
taught me, Jesus:
"O Blood and Water which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a
Fount of Mercy for us, I trust in You!"
316 Once, the Mother of God came
to visit me. She was sad. Her eyes were cast down. She made it clear that
She wanted to say something, and yet, on the other hand, it was as if She
did not want to speak to me about it. When I understood this, I began to
beg the Mother of God to tell me and to look at me. Just then Mary looked
at me with a warm smile and said, You are going to experience certain
sufferings because of an illness and the doctors; you will also suffer much
because of the image, but do not be afraid of anything. The next day I
fell ill and suffered a great deal, just as the Mother of God had told me.
But my soul was ready for the sufferings. Suffering is a constant companion
of my life.
635 March 25. In the morning, during meditation, God's
presence enveloped me in a special way, as I saw the immeasurable greatness
of God and, at the same time, His condescension to His creatures. Then I
saw the Mother of God, who said to me, Oh, how pleasing to God is the
soul that follows faithfully the inspirations of His grace! I gave the
Savior to the world; as for you, you have to speak to the world about His
great mercy and prepare the world for the Second Coming of Him who will
come, not as a merciful Savior, but as a just Judge. Oh, how terrible is
that day! Determined is the day of justice, the day of divine wrath. The
angels tremble before it. Speak to souls about this great mercy while it is
still the time for [granting] mercy. If you keep silent now, you will be
answering for a great number of souls on that terrible day. Fear nothing.
Be faithful to the end. I sympathize with you.
1742 Be praised, merciful God, One God in the Holy
Trinity,
Unfathomable, infinite, incomprehensible,
immersing themselves in You, their minds cannot comprehend You,
So they repeat without end their eternal: Holy.
Be glorified, O merciful Creator of ours, O Lord,
Omnipotent, but full of compassion, inconceivable.
To love You is the mission of our existence,
Singing our eternal hymn: Holy...
Be blessed, merciful God, Eternal Love.
You are above the heavens, the saphires, the firmaments.
The host of pure spirits sings You praises,
With its eternal hymn: Thrice Holy.
And, gazing upon You, face to face, O God,
I see that You could have called other creatures before them.
Therefore they humble themselves before You in great humility,
For well they see that this grace comes solely from Your mercy.
One of the most beautiful spirits would not recognize Your mercy,
And, blinded by his pride, he drew others after him.
Angel of great beauty, he became Satan
And was cast down in one moment from heaven's heights into hell.
Then the faithful spirits cried, "Glory to God's mercy!"
And they stood firm in spite of the fiery test.
Glory to Jesus, the Christ abased,
Glory to His Mother, the humble and pure Virgin.
After this battle, the pure spirits plunged into the ocean of Divinity;
Contemplating and praising the depths of His mercy,
They drown in His mercy and manifold light,
Possessing in knowledge the Trinity of Persons, the Oneness of Godhead.
+The Infinite Goodness of God in Sending Us His
Only-Begotten Son.
1745 God, You did not destroy man after his fall, but in Your mercy You
forgave him, You forgave in a divine way; that is, not only have You
absolved him from guilt, but You have bestowed upon him every grace. Mercy
has moved You to deign to descend among us and lift us up from our misery.
God will descend to earth; the Immortal Lord of lords will abase Himself.
But where will You descend, Lord; will it be to the temple of Solomon? Or
will You have a new tabernacle built for Yourself? Where do You intend to
come down? O Lord, what kind of tabernacle shall we prepare for You, since
the whole earth is Your footstool?
You have indeed prepared a tabernacle for Yourself: the Blessed Virgin. Her
Immaculate Womb is Your dwelling place, and the inconceivable miracle of
Your mercy takes place, O Lord. The Word becomes flesh; God dwells among
us, the Word of God, Mercy Incarnate. By Your descent, You have lifted us
up to Your divinity. Such is the excess of Your love, the abyss of Your
mercy. Heaven is amazed at the superabundance of Your love. No one fears to
approach You now. You are the God of mercy. You have compassion on misery.
You are our God, and we are Your people. You are our Father, and we are
Your children by grace. Praise be to Your mercy, that You have deigned to
descend among us.
1746 Be adored, O God of mercy,
Because You have deigned to descend from heaven to earth.
Most humbly we adore You
For Your having vouchsafed to exalt all mankind.
Unfathomable and incomprehensible in Your mercy,
For love of us You take on flesh
From the Immaculate Virgin, ever untouched by sin,
Because You have willed it so from all ages.
The Blessed Virgin, that Snow-White Lily,
Is first to praise the omnipotence of Your mercy.
Her pure heart opens with love for the coming of the Word;
She believes the words of God's messenger and is confirmed in trust.
Heaven is astounded that God has become man,
That there is on earth a heart worthy of God Himself.
Why is it that You do not unite Yourself with a Seraph, but with a sinner,
O Lord?
Oh, because, despite the purity of the virginal womb, this is a mystery of
Your mercy.
O mystery of God's mercy, O God of compassion,
That You have deigned to leave the heavenly throne
And to stoop down to our misery, to human weakness,
For it is not the angels, but man who needs mercy.
To give worthy praise to the Lord's mercy,
We unite ourselves with Your Immaculate Mother,
For then our hymn will be more pleasing to You,
Because She is chosen from among men and angels.
Through Her, as through a pure crystal,
Your mercy was passed on to us.
Through Her, man became pleasing to God;
Through Her, streams of grace flowed down upon us.
+ God's Infinite Goodness in Redeeming Man.
1747 God, You could have saved thousands of worlds with one word; a single
sigh from Jesus would have satisfied Your justice. But You Yourself, Jesus,
purely out of love for us, underwent such a terrible Passion. Your Father's
justice would have been propitiated with a single sigh from You, and all
Your self-abasement is solely the work of Your mercy and Your inconceivable
love. On leaving the earth, O Lord, You wanted to stay with us, and so You
left us Yourself in the Sacrament of the Altar, and You opened wide Your
mercy to us. There is no misery that could exhaust You; You have called us
all to this fountain of love, to this spring of God's compassion. Here is
the tabernacle of Your mercy, here is the remedy for all our ills. To You,
O living spring of mercy, all souls are drawn; some like deer, thirsting
for Your love, others to wash the wound of their sins, and still others,
exhausted by life, to draw strength. At the moment of Your death on the
Cross, You bestowed upon us eternal life; allowing Your most holy side to
be opened, You opened an inexhaustible spring of mercy for us, giving us
Your dearest possession, the Blood and Water from Your Heart. Such is the
omnipotence of Your mercy. From it all grace flows to us.
1748 Be adored, O God, in the work of Your mercy,
Be blessed by all faithful hearts
On whom Your gaze rests,
In whom dwells Your immortal life.
O my Jesus, have mercy, sorrowful was Your life on this earth,
And in terrible torment Your work came to an end,
Hanging stretched out on the wood of the Cross,
And all this for the love of our souls.
In Your inconceivable love, You allowed Your most holy side to be opened,
And streams of Blood and Water gushed forth from Your Heart.
Here is the living fountain of Your mercy,
Here souls receive consolation and refreshment.
In the Blessed Sacrament, You left us Your mercy;
Your love deigned to arrange it so,
That, going through life, suffering and toil,
I might never doubt of Your goodness and mercy.
For even if the whole world's miseries weighed on my soul,
We must not doubt for even a moment,
But have trust in the power of God's mercy,
Because, with graciousness, God receives a contrite soul.
O unspeakable mercy of our Lord,
Source of compassion and all sweetness,
Trust, trust, O soul, though you are stained by sin,
For when you approach God, you will not taste bitterness.
Because He is a living fire of great love,
When we approach Him with sincerity,
Our miseries, sins and evil deeds vanish;
He will settle our debts when we surrender ourselves to Him.
(Diary of
Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-I-79 148, 161, 220, 260, 309, 316)
(Diary of Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-II-635 )
(Diary of Sister Faustina Kowalska Notebook-VI-1742, 1745-1748)
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