God loves tenderly like a mother


God the Father:  Soul, subordinate soul, your childishness moves Me. I want to amuse you creature, I want to take care of you as a mother who nurses her children; I have as much patience. (…) My creature, I have so many gifts for you, I have such treasures for you. How much I would like to show them to you now to strengthen you.  But then your merit would be lesser and I want your merits to be great. You will still endure everything for Me, even though you have no idea about the reward. (…)

Translated from : Kompendium z Orędzi na Czasy Ostateczne, które własnie nadeszły (z tomów 1-8), Warszawa 2010, p. 46