My daughter, my son,
even before knowing that She was to be my Mother,
my dear Mama had Her sea of sorrow.
And this sea was the pain because of the offenses
given to Her Creator. Oh! how She grieved.
And then, this pain of Hers was animated by a Divine Will,
which She possessed, and which contains the virtue of a fount.
It has the virtue of changing everything that is done in It
– the littlest things, the drops of water – into unending sea.
My Will does not know how to do small things, but all great.
(…)If my Will operates or invests an atom, a little act, that atom,
that little act, becomes sea. (…)
(…) The little ‘I love You’ in my Will becomes sea of Love.