This is why such a soul experiences excessive sadness and despair soon as signs of its own lack of integrity show up, with the consequence that it immediately feels unacceptable to God.  That’s why a sick soul is always hiding the truth from itself, the mechanism for which is endless self-justification. And why the correction of such a soul is always taken as rejection.
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On Helping Souls That Are Being Tried
Do not lose your serenity on account of those who are being tried.  Pray for them; offer the sufferings of My Passion and some acts of self-denial, some self-imposed sufferings for them.”
Jesus to Sister Mary of the Holy Trinity
 
When souls are being tried, what they need from you is deeper love of Me—so that, through you, I may give them the grace they need.  So you see, you need your serenity even more at such times.  Do not try to buy peace for souls by losing your own!  Offer up your act of self-denial at such times, so that the soul who is suffering may get the grace to accept in joy what she cannot change—through your free offering of love.  You will see more and more how you are all instruments in the communication of My Love, for one another as for yourselves.  The more you will understand that, the more you will love one another.
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On Feeling Unloved
Only the realization that I love you now, I, Jesus, who know all your misery, all your sins, the failure of your whole life, only the knowledge that I Who know how underserving you are of anyone‘s love, yet love you nevertheless with the Love of God Himself, can take away the pain and anxiety of feeling unloved by so many persons, and not undeservedly.
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 The Age of St. Bernard’s is not like Ours.
St. Bernard, commenting on the Canticle (Song of Songs)

"Or perhaps, drawn away and seduced by his own concupiscence, he is still being dangerously tempted. Such a soul as this does not need a Bridegroom but a Physician, and for this reason receives, not kisses or caresses, surely, but only remedies for wounds in oil and ointments."

Yes, Bernard, in your time this was true — for the time had not yet come to force men willy-nilly from the highways and byways to the wedding feast. Men were still strong and able to overcome concupiscence with a help of the Physician less than the Kiss of His Mouth, less than the embrace of His intimacy. But now we are as children, impatient as we are weak, and needing, therefore, to be fondled and kissed by the Mother and her spouse, by Mary and Jesus.  0 Bernard, those of your age, who could help yourselves, needed the Physician only to supply the ointments of which you speak. But we need the Kiss of this Bridegroom who condescends to the weakness of little ones, like this little one who is too weak to help himself and therefore cries out:
"Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth, for thy breasts are better than wine.  For my justification now is not that I am healed by the ointments of the Physician, but that I am in the arms of His Mother, that it is her purity that makes me worthy of His embrace, not my virtue."
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If Something Is Painful
It seems I always assume that if something is painful, it is evil and to be avoided. Then, when I am suffering, I begin to think, and I do not rest until I have discovered some truth which I hope will remove the pain. But I do not think I do this only because I want to avoid suffering: it is rather that I look upon suffering as a sign that I am wrong somehow, that God is displeased with me, and therefore something in me must be changed.
    

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   I Need Outlets
   
Listen. . . . Write this down again. . . .
In order that my “redemptive graces” be able to spread in torrents across this poor world so terribly shaken by satanic fury, “I need outlets.”
I need more outlets, that is, more pierced hearts that allow free passage to the outflow of my saving Blood, mixing theirs with It and thereby permitting It to run back to the Father.  Hearts letting themselves be pierced as the Heart of Mary, the Mother of Sorrows, was pierced, by the sword of co-redemptive love, freely accepted by a Fiat that offers up everything and consents to everything in an overflowing Magnificat of love. 
These pierced hearts, hearts which are more than merely wounded (which can have a personal basis, some hidden egoism unthinkable in Mary), where will I find them, of whom shall I ask these things if not my consecrated ones?  Is not the entire supplicating request of my costly “appeal” to find its response here?
You understand, do you not, how this “transfixion” is the pre-condition to redemptive “transmission” as well as the “transfusion that makes us one."
Wearied more and more as sorrowfully It waits for souls and yet tireless in desire and confidence, my Heart comes to you seeking a little “rest for love."  To give Me rest is to permit Me to pour Myself out, empty Myself into hearts that are completely open, fully alive, so that I may spread Myself out among you and by an immense effusion of loving graces, increase your contentment.
Oh, happy lot of my consecrated ones to be called to serve in this outpouring of love!
And this:
— By participating in the cost of the Cross, by a generous spirit of co-redemptive crucifixion, allowing themselves to be crucified by their crucified Spouse.
— By relieving the cost of these graces, fruit of the Cross; by the wholly free receptivity of a soul who through its heartfelt Fiat of acceptance has become opened to my divine wishes.
— And by the perpetual state of transmissibility of a soul pierced right through, for it is wholly given over to the interests of redemption, serving as an outlet, as a living passageway for the outflowing of my graces onto and into souls.
Such is the desire of my “loving appeal.”