March 5, 1990
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peace be with you (I prayed) remember Vassula, you are clay and I am able to mould you into anything I want to; daughter, allow Me to mould you every Tuesday and Friday into a copy of Myself giving you my agonies of My Passion, My Cup tastes bitter but will you share it with Me? tell me My child, will you undergo My Passion like I please? Yes Lord, as You please. My Grace is upon you, I shall shape you into a little crucifix; My Body is covered with unmerciful marks given to Me by those whom I love most; will you share the marks of My Body? Yes my Lord, as you want. the Love I have for you is unmeasurable, come |
hear Me, I am the Most High who favoured you, pray;