Yesterday was a day of great celebration. Father Migliorini came. Jesus clearly saw that I could no longer go forward without a Cyrenean!513 Blessed be Jesus for this!
Confession and communion this morning properly carried out.514 I regard them as a Viaticum in the event that I should die before seeing Father again. Communion becomes solemn for me because of the visible presence of Jesus, dressed in white alongside Father, and in the thanksgiving Mary also appears to me, dressed in white, observing my thanksgiving with a smile and her hands joined together. All of this is quite different from the taste of ashes and the tinge of ashes on other occasions!
You see, Jesus, my Lord! Your poor Maria needs precisely this.
The pains are very intense and general today, when I am re-experiencing the fatigue of having been moved yesterday to make the bed again and the emotional fatigue of a lot of talking I did later. The bad weather is making my vertebras ache more than ever, and the gray sky is melancholy The exile is continuing, as before. Danger is always in the offing. Homesickness is still intense. But You see. Today I am strong and, if not happy, at least serene. In peace.
Jesus, hurry, then, to return me to my healthy atmosphere, even more vital for my soul than for my body.
513 Matthew 27:32; Mark 15:21; Luke 23:36.
514 Cf. June 24.