Your sick little heart does so much for my Glory.
Little one:
All your sufferings are on my beloved Cross. Your sufferings united to mine are not wasted, but we gain graces of love beginning with yourself.
I have given you my Cross at a very early age, but you must know, beloved, that I give my Cross only to the souls I choose to share my Passion with me. Your illness as a child glorified Me; and your baptism confirms the greatness of the sacrament, for, you are a witness that, through the sacraments, I heal.
Your heart, small and sick, does much for my Glory. Yes, little child, you suffer, but suffering sanctifies you.
Have my peace. I love you and bless you.
In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Hail Mary Most Pure, conceived without original sin.
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