Vassula, puny little creature, do you know how many thorns you plucked out of My Heart?

sufficient to rest Me, sufficient to rest Me My child; the purpose of your creation was also to rest Me; I have created you and even though you are dust and ashes I find in you a profound rest, accept Me, accept My Cross on you, be grateful to me now;

child, look at My Lips and listen to Me carefully: faith, have faith in Me and trust Me; I know your ineffable weakness and that without Me you cannot raise your little finger; this is why I have chosen you, I have chosen weakness to show the world My Power, I have a reason why I have chosen you in your state; trust Me and draw your strength from Me;

I shall remind you how the devil hates you and today you felt his claws on you, yes, if I had left him he would have torn you to pieces, but you are under My Divine protection; every single minute of his is aimed on you and all My other chosen souls; I tell you: because of your nothingness and because of your poverty, puny creature of Mine, you are undoing Satan's patterns, you are undoing stitch after stitch his embroideries; he called you worm when he knew you are My chosen one, yes, be like a worm and eat up and ravage his designs; see? I can use for My Works even worms ... yes, eat up like a worm his patterns, I have allowed you to feel his hatred, he hates you because the Father himself loves you for loving Me, this infuriates him beyond one's imagination;

happy is the man who does not lose faith in Me; delight My Soul and fill Me with joy by remaining nothing