What's your Twig?
My daughter, all your miseries have been consumed in the flame of My love, like a little twig thrown into a roaring fire. By humbling yourself in this way, you draw upon yourself and upon other souls an entire sea of My mercy. (Diary 178).
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Jesus looked at me and said, Souls perish in spite of My bitter Passion. I am giving them the last hope of salvation; that is, the Feast of My Mercy.
Turn to any page of St. Faustina's Diary, and you'll find spiritual gems. Like this one:
How do you treat the poor? Turn to any page of St. Faustina's Diary, and you'll find spiritual gems. Like this one:
