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Divine Mercy
In my soul
The Diary
of the Servant of God
Sister M. Faustina Kowalska
NOTEBOOK II
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November 18, 1936. Today, I tried to make all my exercises before Benediction,
because I was feeling more ill than usual. So I went to bed directly after Benediction.
But when I entered the bedroom, u suddenly knew interiorly that I should go to the cell of
S.N. because she was in need of help. I entered her cell at once, and S.N. said to me.
Oh, how good it is that God has brought you here, sister! and her voice was so
faint that I could hardly hear her. She said to me, sister, please bring me some tea
with lemon, because I am terribly thirsty and I cannot move because I am in such
pain. And truly, she was suffering very much and had a high fever. I made her more
comfortable, and she was able to quench her thirst with the little bit of teas that I
brought her. When I entered my own cell, my soul was engulfed by the great love of God,
and I understood that we should take great heed of our interior inspirations and follow
them faithfully, and that faithfulness to one grace draws down others.
November 19, 1936. During Mass today, I saw the Lord Jesus, who said to me, Be at peace,
My daughter; I see your efforts, which are very pleasing to Me. And the Lord disappeared,
and it was time for Holy Communion. After I received Holy Communion, I suddenly saw the
Cenacle and in it Jesus and the Apostles. I saw the institution of the Most Blessed
Sacrament. Jesus allowed me to penetrate His interior, and I came to know the greatness of
His majesty and, at the same time, His great humbling of Himself. The extraordinary light
that allowed me to see His majesty revealed to me, at the same time, what was in my own
soul.
Jesus gave me to know the depth of His meekness and humility and to understand that He
clearly demanded the same of me. I felt the gaze of God in my soul. This filled me with
unspeakable love, but I understood that the Lord was looking with love on my virtues and
my heroic efforts, and I knew that this was what was drawing God into my heart. It is from
this that I have come to understand that it is not enough for me to strive only for the
ordinary virtues. Although exteriorly a thing may be quite ordinary, it is the different
manner in which it is carried out, that only the eye of God catches. O my Jesus, what I
have written is just a pale shadow of what I understand in my soul; these are purely
spiritual things, but in order to write something of what the Lord give me to know, I must
use words with which I am totally dissatisfied, because they do not express the reality.
When I experienced these sufferings for the first time, it was like this: after the annual
vows, on a certain day, during prayer, I saw a great brilliance and, issuing from the
brilliance, rays which completely enveloped me. Then suddenly, I felt a terrible pain in
my hands, my feet and my side and the thorns of the crown of thorns. I experienced these
sufferings during Holy Mass on Friday, but this was only for a brief moment. This was
repeated for several Fridays, and later on I did not experience any sufferings up to the
present time; that is, up to the end of September of this year. In the course of the
present illness, during Holy Mass one Friday, I felt myself pierced by the same
sufferings, and this has been repeated on every Friday and sometimes when I meet a soul
that is not in the state of grace. Although this is infrequent, and the suffering lasts a
very short time, still it is terrible, and I would not be able to bear it without a
special grace from God. There is no outward indication of these sufferings. What will come
later, I do not know. All this, for the sake of souls
November 21, 1936. Jesus, You see that I am neither gravely ill nor in good health. You
fill my soul with enthusiasm for action, and I have no strength. The fire of Your love
burns in me, and for what I cannot accomplish by physical strength, love will compensate.
Jesus, my spirit yearns for You, and I desire very much to be united with You, but Your
works hold me back. The number of souls that I am to bring to You is not yet complete. I
desire toil and suffering; let everything You have planned before the ages be fulfilled in
me, O my Creator and Lord! It is only Your word that I understand; it alone gives me
strength. You Spirit, O Lord, is the Spirit of Peace; and nothing troubles my depths
because You dwell there, O Lord.
I know that I am under your special gaze, O Lord, I do not examine with fear Your plans
regarding me; my task is to accept everything from Your hand. I do not fear anything,
although the storm is raging, and frightful bolts strike all around me, and I then feel
quite alone. Yet, my heart senses You, and my trust grows, and I see all Your omnipotence
which upholds me. With you, Jesus, I go through life, amid storms and rainbows, with a cry
of joy, singing the song of Your mercy. I will not stop singing my song of love until the
choir of angels picks it up. There is no power that can stop me in my flight toward God. I
see that even the superiors do not always understand the road along which God is leading
me, and I am not surprised at this.
Once, I saw Father Sopocko praying as he was reflecting on these matters. Then I saw how a
ring of light appeared suddenly above his head. Although distance separates us, I often
see him, especially as he works at his desk despite his fatigue.

November 22, 1936. Today during confession, the Lord Jesus spoke to me through the lips of
a certain priest. This priest did not know my soul, and I only accused myself of my sins;
yet he spoke these words to me: Accomplish faithfully everything that Jesus asks of
you, despite the difficulties. Know that, although people may be angry with you, Jesus is
not angry and never will be angry with you. Pay no attention to human opinion. This
instruction surprised me at first; but I understood that the Lord was speaking through him
without his realizing it. O holy mystery, what great treasures are contained in you! O
holy faith, you are my guidepost!
November 24. Today I received a letter from Father Sopocko. I learned from it that God
himself is conducting this whole affair. And as the Lord has begun it, so will He continue
to carry it along. And the greater the difficulties which I see, the more am I at peace.
Oh, if in this whole matter the glory of God and the profit to souls were not greatly
served, satan would not be opposing it so much. But he senses what he is going to lose
because of it. I have now learned that satan hates mercy more than anything else. It is
his greatest torment. Still, the word of God will not pass away; Gods utterance is
living; difficulties will not suppress the works of God, but show that they are
Gods
On one occasion, I saw the convent of the new congregation. As I walked about, inspecting
everything, I suddenly saw a crowd of children who seemed to be no older than five to
eleven years of age. When they saw me they surrounded me and began to cry out,
defend us from evil, and they led me into the chapel which was in this
convent. When I entered the chapel, I saw the distressful Lord Jesus, Jesus looked at me
graciously and said that He was gravely offended by children: You are to defend them from
evil. From that moment, I have been praying for children, but I feel that prayer alone is
not enough.
O my Jesus, you know what efforts are needed to live sincerely and unaffectedly with those
from whom our nature flees, or with those who, deliberately or not, have made us suffer.
Humanly speaking, this is impossible. At such times more than at others, I try to discover
the Lord Jesus in such a person and for this same Jesus, I do everything for such people.
In such acts, love is pure, and such practice of love gives the soul endurance and
strength. I do not expect anything from creatures, and therefore I am not disappointed. I
know that a creature is poor of itself, so what can one expect from it? God is everything
for me; I want to evaluate everything according to Gods ways.
My communion with the Lord is now purely spiritual. My soul is touched by God and wholly
absorbs itself in Him, even to the complete forgetfulness of self. Permeated by God to its
very depths, it drowns in His beauty; it completely dissolves in Him I am at loss
to describe this, because in writing I am making use of the senses; but there, in that
union, the senses are not active; there is a merging of God and the soul; and the life of
God to which the soul is admitted is so great that the human tongue cannot express it.
When the soul returns to its habitual form of life, it then sees that this life is all
darkness and mist and dreamlike confusion, and infants swaddling clothes. In such
moments the soul only receives from God, for of itself it does nothing; it does not make
even the slightest effort; all in her is wrought by God. But when the soul returns to its
ordinary state, it sees that it is not within its power to continue in this union.
These moments are short, but their effects are lasting. The soul cannot remain long in
this state; or else it would be forcibly freed of the bonds of the body forever. Even as
it is, it is sustained by a miracle of God. God allows the soul to know in a clear way how
much He loves it, as though it were the only object of His delight. The soul recognizes
this clearly and without a veil, so to speak. It reaches out for God with all its might,
but it feels like a baby; it knows that this is not within its power. Therefore, God
descends to the soul and unites it to himself in a way that
here, I must be silent,
for I cannot describe what the soul experiences.
It is a strange thing that although the soul which experiences this union with God cannot
find words and expressions to describe it, nevertheless, when it meets a similar soul, the
two understand each other extraordinarily well in regard to these matters, even though
they speak but little with each other. A soul united with God in this way easily
recognizes a similar soul, even if the latter has not revealed its interior life to it,
but merely speaks in an ordinary way. It is a kind of spiritual kinship. Souls united with
God in this way are few, fewer than we think.
I have noticed that the Lord grants this grace to souls for two purposes. The first is
when the soul is to do some great work which is, humanly speaking, absolutely beyond its
power. In the second case, I have noticed that the Lord grants it in order that kindred
souls might be guided and set at peace, although the Lord can grant this grace as He
pleases and to whomever He pleases. However, I have noticed this grace in three priests,
one of whom is a secular priest [probably Father Sopocko] and the other two, religious
priests [probably Father Elter and Father Andrasz], and also in two religious sisters
[probably Mother Michael and Sister Mary Joseph], but not in the same degree.
As for myself, I received this grace for the first time, and that for only a brief moment,
in the eighteenth year of my life, within the octave of Corpus Christi [June 18-25, 1925],
during vespers, when I made to the Lord Jesus the vow of perpetual chastity. I was still
living in the world, but I entered the convent soon afterwards. The grace lasted for a
very brief moment, but its power was great. After this grace, there was a long interval.
It is true that I received many graces from the Lord during this interval, but they were
of a different order. It was a time of trails and purification. The trials were so painful
that my soul felt as though it was being totally abandoned by God and it was steeped in
profound darkness. I became aware and understood that no one would be able to bring me out
of those torments or even understand me.

There were two occasions when my soul was plunged into despair, once for half an hour, and
the second time for three quarters of an hour. Just as I cannot describe the greatness of
the graces, so too with those ordeals sent by the Lord; whatever words I might use, they
are only a pale shadow of the reality. However, just as the Lord lunged me into these
torments, so too He brought me out of them. Only this lasted for a few years, after which
I again received this extraordinary grace of union which has continued to this day. Still,
during this second period of union, there also have been short interruptions. But for some
time now, I have not experienced any interruption at all; on the contrary, I am more and
more deeply steeped in God. The great light which illumines the mind gives me a knowledge
of the greatness of God; but it is not as if I were getting to know the individual
attributes, as before no, it is different now: in one moment, I come to know the
entire essence of God.
In that same moment, the soul drowns entirely in Him and experiences a happiness as great
as that of the chosen ones in heaven. Although the chosen ones in heaven see God face to
face and are completely and absolutely happy, still their knowledge of God is not the
same. God has given me to understand this. This deeper knowledge begins here on earth,
depending on the grace given, but to a great extend, it also depends on our faithfulness
to that grace.
However, the soul receiving this unprecedented grace of union with God cannot say that it
sees God face to face, because even here there is a very thin veil of faith, but so very
thin that the soul can say that it sees God and talks with Him. It is
divinized. God allows the soul to know how much He loves it, and the soul sees
that better and holier souls than itself have not received this grace. Therefore, it is
filled with holy amazement, which maintains it in deep humility, and it steeps itself in
its own nothingness and holy astonishment; and the more it humbles itself, the more
closely God unites himself with it and descend to it.
Great is the mutual exchange between the soul and God. When the soul leaves its
concealment, the senses get a taste of what the soul has delighted in. although this also
is a great grace from God, it is not a purely spiritual one, for in the first moments the
senses do not take part. Every grace gives the soul power and strength to act, and courage
to suffer. The soul knows very well what God is asking of it, and it carries out His holy
will despite adversities.
Yet, the soul cannot proceed on its own in these matters. It must follow the advice of an
enlightened confessor, for otherwise it could go astray or gain no profit.
O my Jesus, I understand well that, just as illness is measured with a thermometer, and a
high fever tells us of the seriousness of the illness, so also, in the spiritual life,
suffering is the thermometer which measures the love of God in a soul.
My goal is God
and my happiness is in accomplishing His will, and nothing in the
world can disturb this happiness for me: no power, no force of any kind.
The Lord visited my cell today and said to me, My daughter, I will not leave you in this
community for much longer. I am telling you this so that you will be more diligent in
taking advantage of the graces which I grant you.
November 27, 1936. Today I was in heaven, in spirit, and I saw its unconceivable beauties
and the happiness that awaits us after death. I saw how all creatures give ceaseless
praise and glory to God. I saw how great is happiness in God, which spreads to all
creatures, making them happy; and then all the glory and praise which springs from this
happiness returns to its source; and they enter into the depths of God, contemplating the
inner life of God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, whom they will never
comprehend or fathom.
This source of happiness is unchanging in its essence, but it is always new, gushing forth
happiness for all creatures. Now I understand Saint Paul, who said, Eye has not
seen, nor has ear heard, not has it entered into the heart of man what God has prepared
for those who love him.
And God has given me to understand that there is but one thing that is of infinite value
in His eyes, and that is love of God; love, love and once again, love; and nothing can
compare with a single act of pure love of God. Oh, with what inconceivable favors God
gifts a soul that loves Him sincerely! Oh, how happy is the soul who already here on earth
enjoys His special favors! And of such are the little and humble souls.
The sight of this great majesty of God, which I came to understand more profoundly and
which is worshipped by the heavenly spirits according to their degree of grace and the
hierarchies into which they are divided, did not cause my soul to be stricken with terror
or fear; no, no, not at all! My soul was filled with peace and love, and the more I come
to know the greatness of God, the more joyful I become that He is as He is. And I rejoice
immensely in His greatness and am delighted that I am so little because, since I am
little, He carries me in His arms and holds me close to His Heart.
O my God, how I pity those people who do not believe in eternal life; how I pray for them
that a ray of mercy would envelop them too, and that God would clasp them to His fatherly
bosom.
O love, O queen! Love knows no fear. It passes through all the choirs of angels that stand
on guard before His throne. It will fear no one. It reaches God and is immersed in Him as
in its sole treasure. The Cherubim who guards paradise with flaming sword, has no power
over it. O pure love of God, how great and unequalled you are! Oh, if souls only knew your
power!

I am very weak today. I cannot even make my meditation in the chapel, but must lie down. O
my Jesus, I love you, and I want to worship You with my very weakness, submitting myself
entirely to Your holy will.
I must be on my guard, especially today, because I am becoming over sensitive to
everything. Things I would not pay any attention to when I am healthy bother me today. O
my Jesus, my shield and my strength, grant me Your grace that I am emerge victorious from
these combats. O my Jesus, transform me into yourself by the power of Your love, that I
may be a worthy tool in proclaiming your mercy.
I thank God for this illness and these physical discomforts, because I have time to
converse with the Lord Jesus. it is my delight to spend long hours at the feet of the
hidden God, and the hours pass like minutes as I lose track of time. I feel that fire is
burning within me, and I understand no other life but that of sacrifice, which flows from
pure love.
November 29, 1936. The Mother of God has taught me how to prepare for the Feast of
Christmas. I saw her today, without the infant Jesus. She said to me: My daughter, strive
after silence and humility, so that Jesus, who dwells in your heart continuously, may be
able to rest. Adore Him in your heart; do not go out from your inmost being. My daughter,
I shall obtain for you the grace of an interior life which will be such that, without ever
leaving that interior life, you will be able to carry out all your external duties with
even greater care. Dwell with Him continuously in your own heart. He will be your
strength. Communicate with creatures only in so far as is necessary and is required by
your duties. You are a dwelling place pleasing to the living God; in you He dwells
continuously with love and delight. And the living presence of God, which you experience
in a more vivid and distinct way, will confirm you, my daughter, in the things I have told
you. Try to act in this way until Christmas Day, and then He himself will make known to
you in what way you will be communing and uniting yourself with Him.
November 30, 1936. During vespers today, an unusual pain pierced my soul. I see that, in
every respect, this work is beyond my strength. I am a little child before the immensity
of the tasks, and it is only at the Lords clear command that I am setting about to
carry it out. On the other hand, even these great graces are a burden for me, and I am
barely able to carry them. I see my superiors disbelief and doubts of all kinds and, for
this reason, their apprehensive behavior towards me. My Jesus, I see that even such great
graces can be a source of suffering. And yet, it is so; not only may they be a cause of
suffering, but they must be such, as a sign of Gods action. I understand well that
if God himself did not strengthen the soul in these various ordeals, the soul would not be
able to master the situation. Thus God himself is its shield.
As I continued Vespers, meditating on this mixture of suffering and grace, I heard the
voice of Our Lady: Know my daughter, that although I was raised to the dignity of Mother
of God, seven swords of pain pierced My Heart, dont do anything to defend yourself;
bear everything with humility; God himself will defend you.
December 1, 1936. One day retreat. Today, during the morning meditation, the Lord gave me
to see and understand clearly that His demands are unchangeable. I see clearly that no one
can release me from the duty of doing the will of God. A great lack of health and physical
strength is not a sufficient reason and does not release me from this work that the Lord
himself is carrying out through me. I am to be just a tool in His hands. And so, O Lord,
here I am to carry out Your will. Command me according to Your eternal plans and desires.
Only give me the grace that I may always be faithful to You.
As I was conversing with the hidden God, He gave me to see and understand that I should
not be reflecting so much and building up fear of the difficulties which I might
encounter. Know that I am with you; I bring about the difficulties, and I overcome them;
in one instant, I can change a hostile disposition to one which is favorable to this
cause. The Lord explained many things to me in todays dialogue, although I am not
putting everything in writing.
Always and in all circumstances, yield the first place to others; especially during
recreation listen quietly, without interrupting, even if someone tell me the same thing
ten times. I will never ask questions about something that interests me very much.

Resolution: still the same, namely, to unite myself with the Merciful Christ.
General Resolution: interior calm, silence.
Hide me, Jesus, in the depths of Your mercy, and then let my neighbor judge me as he
pleases.
I must never speak of my own experiences. In suffering, I must seek relief in prayer. In
doubts, even the smallest, I must seek only the advice of my confessor. I must always have
a heart which is open to receive the sufferings of others, and drown my own sufferings in
the Divine Heart, so that they would not be noticed on the outside, in so far possible. I
must always strive for equanimity, no matter how stormy the circumstances might be. I must
not allow anything to disturb my interior calm and silence. Nothing can compare with peace
of soul. When I am wrongfully accused of something, I will not explain myself; if the
superior wants to know the truth, whether I was in the right or not, let her find out from
others rather than from me. My concern is to accept everything with a humble inner
disposition.
I will spend this Advent in accordance with the directions of the Mother of God: in
meekness and humility.
I am reliving these moments with Our Lady. With great longing, I am waiting fort the
Lords coming. Great are my desires. I desire that all humankind come to know the
Lord. I would like to prepare all nations for the coming of the Word Incarnate. O Jesus,
make the fount of Your Mercy gush forth more abundantly, for humankind is seriously ill
and thus has more need than ever of Your compassion. You re a bottomless sea of mercy for
us sinners; and the greater the misery, the more right we have to Your Mercy. You are a
fount which makes all creatures happy by Your infinite mercy.
Today December 9, 1936, I am leaving for Pradnik, just outside Cracow, to undergo
treatment. I am to stay there for three months. I am being sent there through the great
solicitude of my superiors, especially that of our dear Mother General [Michael] who is so
solicitous for the sisters who are ill.
I have accepted the favor of this treatment, but I am fully resigned to the will of God.
Let God do with me as He pleases. I desire nothing but he fulfillment of His holy will. I
am uniting myself with the Mother of God, and I am leaving Nazareth and going to
Bethlehem. I will spend Christmas there among strangers, but with Jesus, Mary and Joseph,
because such is the will of God. I am striving to do the will of God in all things. I do
not desire a return to health more than death. I entrust myself completely to His infinite
mercy and, as a little child, I am living in he greatest peace. I am trying only to make
my love for Him deeper and purer, to be a delight to His divine glance
The Lord told me to say this chaplet for nine days before the Feast of Mercy. It is to
begin on Good Friday. By this novena, I will grant every possible grace to souls.
When I was somewhat overcome by the fear that I was to be outside the community for so
long a time alone, Jesus said to me, you will not be alone, because I am with you always
and everywhere. Near to My Heart, fear nothing. I myself am the cause of your departure.
Know that My eyes follow every move of your heart with great attention. I am bringing you
into seclusion so that I myself may form your heart according to My future plans. What are
you afraid of? If you are with Me, who will dare touch you? Nevertheless, I am very
pleased that you confide your fears to Me, My daughter. Speak to Me about everything in a
completely simple and human way; by this you will give Me great joy. I understand you
because I am God-Man. This simple language of your heart is more pleasing to Me than the
hymns composed in My honor. Know, my daughter, that the simpler your speech is, the more
you attract Me to yourself. And now, be at peace close to My Heart. Lay your pen aside and
get ready to leave.
December 9, 1936. This morning, I left for Pradnik. Sister Chrysostom drove me here. I
have a private room to myself; I am very much like a Carmelite. When Sister Chrysostom had
left and I was alone, I steeped myself in prayer, entrusting myself to the special
protection of the Mother of God. She alone is always with me. She, like a good Mother,
watches over all my trials and efforts.
Suddenly, I saw the Lord Jesus, who said to me, Be at peace, My child. See, you are not
alone. My heart watches over you. Jesus filled me with strength concerning a certain
person. I feel strength within my soul.
A moral principle.
If one does not know what is better, one must reflect, consider and seek advice, because
one must not act with an uncertain conscience. When uncertain, say to yourself:
whatever I do will be good. I have the intention of doing good. The Lord God
accepts what we consider good, and the Lord God also accepts and considers it as good. One
should not worry if, after some time, one sees that these things are not good. God looks
at the intention with which we begin, and will reward us accordingly. This is a principle
which we ought to follow.
Today, I still managed to pay a short visit to the Lord [in the Eucharist] before going to
bed. My spirit was immersed in Him as in its only treasure. My heart rested a while near
the Heart of my spouse. I received light as to how I should behave toward those around me,
and then I returned to my solitude. The doctor is taking good care of me; all those around
me are very kind to me.
December 10, 1936. I got up earlier today and made my meditation before Holy Mass. Holy
Mass is at six oclock here. After Holy Communion my spirit was drowned in the Lord
as in the sole object of its love. I felt absorbed by His omnipotence. When I came back to
my private room, I felt sick and had to lie down at once. The sister brought me some
medication, but I felt bad all day. In the evening, I tried to make a Holy Hour, but I
could not do so; all I could do was unite myself with the suffering Jesus.
My room is next to the mens ward. I didnt know that men were such
chatterboxes. From morning till late at night, there is talk about various subjects. The
womans ward is much quieter. It is women who are always blamed for this; but I have
had occasion to be convinced that the opposite is true. It is very difficult for me to
concentrate on my prayer in the midst of these jokes and this laughter. They do not
disturb me when the grace of God takes complete possession of me, because then I do not
know what is going on around me.
My Jesus, how little these people talk about You. They talk about everything but You,
Jesus. And if they talk so little about You, it is quite probable that they do not think
about You at all. The whole world interests them; but about You, their Creator, there is
silence. Jesus, I am sad to see this great indifference and ingratitude of creatures. O my
Jesus, I want to love You for them and to make atonement to You, by my love.

Immaculate Conception of the Mother of God. From early morning, I felt the nearness of the
Blessed Mother. During Holy Mass, I saw Her, so lovely and so beautiful that I have no
words to express even a small part of this beauty. She was all in white, with a blue sash
around her waist. Her cloak was also blue, and there was a crown on Her Head. Marvelous
light streamed forth from Her whole figure. I am the Queen of heaven and earth, but
especially the Mother of your Congregation. I felt the force of Her Immaculate Heart which
was communicated to my soul. Now I understand why I have been preparing for this feast for
two months and have been looking forward to it with such yearning. From today onwards, I
am going to strive for the greatest purity of soul, that the rays of Gods grace may
be reflected in all their brilliance. I long to be a crystal in order to find favor in His
eyes.
That same day, I saw a certain priest [probably Father Sopocko or Fatehr Andrsz] who was
surrounded by the light which flowed from Her; evidently, this soul loves the immaculate
One.
An extraordinary yearning fills my soul. I am surprised that it does not separate the soul
from the body. I desire God; I want to become immersed in Him. I understand that I am in a
terrible exile; my soul aspires for God with all its might. O you inhabitants of my
fatherland, be mindful of this exile! When will the veils be lifted for me as well?
Although I see and feel to a certain extent how very thin is the veil separating me from
the Lord, I long to see Him face to face; but let everything be done according to Your
will.
December 11. I could not assist at the whole Mass today; I assisted at only the most
important parts, and after receiving Holy Communion I immediately returned to my solitude.
The presence of God suddenly enveloped me, and at the same moment I felt the Passion of
the Lord, for a very short while. During that moment, I attained a more profound knowledge
of the work of mercy.
During the night, I as suddenly awakened and knew that some soul was asking me for prayer,
and that it was in much need of prayer. Briefly, but with all my soul, I asked the Lord
for grace for her.
The following afternoon, when I entered the ward, I saw someone dying, and learned that
the agony had started during the night. When I verified it, it had been at the time when I
had been asked for prayer. And just then, I heard a voice in my soul: Say the chaplet
which I taught you. I ran to fetch my rosary and knelt down by the dying person and, with
all the ardor of my soul, I began to say the chaplet. Suddenly the dying person opened her
eyes and looked at me; I had not managed to finish the entire chaplet when she died, with
extraordinary peace. I fervently asked the Lord to fulfill the promise He had given me for
the recitation of the chaplet. The Lord gave me to know that the soul had been granted the
grace He had promised me. That was the first soul to receive the benefit of the
Lords promise. I could feel the power of mercy envelop that soul.
When I entered my solitude, I heard these words: at the hour of their death, I defend as
My own glory every soul that will say this chaplet; or when others say it for a dying
person, the indulgence is the same. When this chaplet is said by the bedside of a dying
person, Gods anger is placated, and unfathomable mercy envelops the soul, and the
very depths of My tender mercy will be moved for the sake of the sorrowful Passion of My
son. Oh, if only everyone realized how great the Lords mercy is and how much we all
need that mercy, especially at that crucial hour!
Today, I have fought a battle with the spirits of darkness over one soul. How terribly
satan hates Gods mercy! I see how he opposes this whole work.
O merciful Jesus, stretched out on the Cross, be mindful of the hour of our death. O most
merciful Heart of Jesus, opened with a lance, shelter me at the last moment of my life. O
blood and Water, which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a fount of unfathomable
mercy for me at the hour of my death. O dying Jesus, Hostage of mercy, avert the Divine
wrath at the hour of my death.

December 12, 1936. Today, I only received Holy Communion and stayed for a few moments of
the Mass. All my strength is in You, O Living bread. It would be difficult for me to live
through the day if I did not receive Holy Communion. It is my shield; without You, Jesus,
I know not how to live.
Jesus, my love, today gave me to understand how much He loves me, although there is such
an enormous gap between us, the Creator and the creature; and yet; in a way, there is
something like equality: love fills up the gap. He himself descends to me and makes me
capable of communing with Him. I immerse myself in Him, losing myself as it were; and yet,
under His loving gaze, my soul gains strength and power and an awareness that it loves and
is especially loved. It knows that that the Mighty One protects it. Such prayer, though
short, benefits the soul greatly, and whole hours of ordinary prayer do not give the soul
that light which is given by a brief moment of this higher form of prayer.
This afternoon, I had my first open air rest on the sunny veranda at the sanatorium.
Sister Felicia visited me today and brought a few necessary things and some lovely apples
and words of greeting from our beloved Mother superior and dear sisters.
December 13, 1936. Confession before Jesus.
When I reflected that I had not been to confession for more than three weeks, I wept
seeing the sinfulness of my soul and certain difficulties. I had not gone to confession
because the circumstances made it impossible. On the day of confessions, I had been
confines to bed. The following week, confessions were in the afternoon, and I had left for
the hospital that morning. This afternoon, Father Andresz came into my room and sat down
to hear my confession. Beforehand, we did not exchange a single word. I was delighted
because I was extremely anxious to go to confession. As usual, I unveiled my whole soul.
Father gave a reply to each little detail. I felt unusually happy to be able to say
everything as I did. For penance, he gave me the litany of the Holy Name of Jesus. When I
wanted to tell him of the difficulty I have in saying this litany, he rose and began to
give me absolution. Suddenly his figure became diffused with a great light, and I saw that
it was not Father A, but Jesus. His garments were bright as snow, and He disappeared
immediately. At first, I was a little uneasy, but after a while a kind of peace entered my
soul and I took note of the fact that Jesus heard the confession in the same way that
confessors do; and yet something was wondrously transpiring in my heart during this
confession; I couldnt at first understand what it signified.
December 16, 1936. I have offered this day for Russia. I have offered all my sufferings
and prayers for that poor country. After Holy Communion, Jesus said to me, I cannot suffer
that country any longer. Do not tie my hands, My daughter. I understood that if it had not
been for the prayers of souls that are pleasing to God, that whole nation would have
already been reduced to nothingness. Oh, how I suffer for that nation which has banished
God from its borders!
O inexhaustible spring of Divine Mercy, pour yourself out upon us! Your goodness knows no
limits. Confirm, O Lord, the power of Your mercy over the abyss of my misery, for You have
no limit to Your mercies. Wonderful and matchless is Your mercy, astonishing the human and
angelic mind.
My Guardian angel told me to pray for a certain soul, and in the morning I learned that it
was a man whose agony had begun that very moment. The Lord Jesus makes it known to me in a
special way when someone is in need of my prayer. I especially know when my prayer is
needed by a dying soul. This happens more often now than it did in the past.
The Lord Jesus gave me to know how very pleasing to Him is a soul who lives in accordance
with the will of God. It thereby gives very great glory to God
I have come to understand today that even if I did not accomplish any of the things the
Lord is demanding of me, I know that I shall be rewarded as if I had fulfilled everything,
because He sees the intention with which I begin, and even if He called me to himself
today, the work would not suffer at all by that, because He himself is the Lord of both
the work and the worker. My part is to love Him to folly; all works are nothing more than
a tiny drop before Him. It is love that has meaning and power and merit. He has opened up
great horizons in my soul love compensates for the chasms.

December 17, 1936. I have offered this day for priests. I have suffered more today than
ever before, both interiorly and exteriorly. I did not know it was possible to suffer so
much in one day. I tried to make a Holy Hour, in the course of which my spirit had a taste
of the bitterness of the Garden of Gethsemane. I am fighting alone, supported by His arm,
against all the difficulties that face me like unassailable walls. But I trust in the
power of His name and I fear nothing.
In this seclusion, Jesus himself is my Master. He himself educates and instructs me. I
feel that I am the object of His special action. For His inscrutable purposes and
unfathomable decrees, He unites me to Himself in a special way and allows me to penetrate
His incomprehensible mysteries. There is one mystery which unites me with the Lord, of
which no one not even angels may know. And even if I wanted to tell of it, I
would not know how to express it. And yet, I live by it and will live by it for ever. This
mystery distinguishes me from every soul here on earth or in eternity.
O bright and clear day on which all my dreams will be fulfilled; O day so eagerly desired,
the last day of my life! I look forward with joy to the last stroke the Divine Artist will
trace on my soul, which will give my soul a unique beauty that will distinguish me from
the beauty of other souls. O great day, on which divine love will be confirmed in me. On
that day, for the first time, I shall sing before heaven and earth the song of the
Lords fathomless mercy. This is my work and the mission which the Lord has destined
for me from the beginning of the world. That the song of my soul may be pleasing to the
Holy Trinity, do You, O Spirit of God, direct and form my soul yourself. I arm myself with
patience and await your coming. O merciful God, and as to the terrible pains and fear of
death, at this moment more than at any other time, I trust in the abyss of Your mercy and
am reminding you, O Merciful Jesus, sweet Savior, of all the promises You have made to me.
This morning I had an adventure. My watch had stopped, and I did not know when to get up,
and I thought of what a misfortune it would be to miss Holy Communion. It was still dark,
so I had no way of knowing whether it was time to get up. I dressed, made my meditation
and went to the chapel, but everything was still locked, and silence reigned everywhere. I
steeped myself in prayer, especially for the sick. I now see how much the sick have need
of prayer. Finally, the chapel was opened. I found it difficult to pray because I was
already feeling very exhausted, and immediately after Holy Communion I returned to my
room. Then I saw the Lord, who said to me, Know, My daughter, that the ardor of your heart
is pleasing to Me. And just as you desire ardently to become united with Me in Holy
Communion, so too do I desire to give Myself wholly to you; and as a reward for your zeal,
rest on My Heart. At that moment, my spirit was immersed in His Being, like a drop in a
bottomless ocean. I drowned myself in Him as in my sole treasure. Thus I came to recognize
that the Lord allows certain difficulties for His greater glory.
December 18, 1936. Today I felt bad that a week had gone by and no one had come to visit
me. When I complained to the Lord, He answered, isnt it enough for you that I visit
you every day? I apologized to the Lord and the hurt vanished. O God, my strength, You are
sufficient for me.
This evening I learned that a certain soul was in need of my prayer. I prayed fervently,
but felt that this was still not enough, so I continued to pray for a longer time. On the
following day, I learned that the agony of a certain soul had started at just that time
and had continued until morning. I recognized what struggles it had gone through. In a
strange way, the Lord Jesus, makes known to me that a dying soul has need of my prayer. I
feel vividly and clearly that spirit who is asking me for prayer. I was not aware that
souls are so closely united, and often it is my Guardian Angel who tells me.
During Holy Mass, the little infant Jesus brings joy to my soul. Often, distance does not
exist, I see a certain priest who brings Him down. I am awaiting Christmas with great
yearning. I am living in expectation together with the most Holy Mother.
O Light eternal, who come to this earth, enlighten my mind and strengthen my will that I
may not give up in times of great affliction. May Your light dissipate all the shadows of
doubt. May Your omnipotence act through me. I trust in You, O uncreated Light! You, O
infant Jesus, are a model for me in accomplishing Your Fathers will, You, who said,
Behold, I come to do Your will. Grant that I also may do Gods will
faithfully in all things. O divine infant, grant me this grace!
O my Jesus, my soul was yearning for the days of trial, but do not leave me alone in the
darkness of my soul. Rather, do You hold me firmly, close to Yourself. Set a guard over my
lips, so that the fragrance of my sufferings may be known and pleasing to You alone.
O merciful Jesus, how longingly You hurried to the Upper Room to consecrate the Host that
I am to receive in my life. Jesus, You desires to dwell in my heart. Your living Blood
unites with mine. Who can understand this close union? My heart encloses within itself the
Almighty, the Infinite One. O Jesus, continue to grant me Your divine life. Let your pure
and noble Blood throb with all its might in my heart. I give You my whole being. Transform
me into Yourself and make me capable of doing Your Holy will in all things and of
returning Your love. O my sweet Spouse, you know that my heart knows no one but You. You
have opened up in my heart an insatiable depth of love for You. From the very first moment
it knew you, my heart has loved You and has lost itself in You as its one and only object.
My your pure and omnipotent love be the driving force of all my action. Who will ever
conceive and understand the depth of mercy that has gushed forth from Your Heart?
I have experienced how much envy there is, even in religious life. I see that there are
few truly great souls, ready to trample on everything that is not God. O soul, you will
find no beauty outside of God. Oh, how fragile is the foundation of those who elevate
themselves at the expense of others! What a loss!

December 19, 1936. This evening, I felt in my soul that a certain person had need of my
prayer. Immediately, I began to pray. Suddenly, I realize interiorly and am aware of who
the spirit is who is asking this of me; I pray until I feel at peace. There is great help
for the dying in this chaplet. I often pray for an intention that I have learned of
interiorly. I always pray until I experience in my soul that the prayer has had its
effect.
Especially now, while I am in this hospital, I experience an inner communion with the
dying who ask me for prayer when their agony begins. God has given me a wondrous contact
with the dying! Since this has been happening more frequently, I have been able to verify
it, even to the exact hour.
Today I was awakened suddenly at eleven oclock at night and clearly felt the
presence near me of some spirit who was asking me for prayer. Some force simply compelled
me to pray. My vision is purely spiritual, by means of a sudden light that God grants me
at that moment. I keep on praying until I feel peace in my soul, and not always for an
equally long time; because sometimes it happens that with one Hail Mary I am
already at peace, and then I say the De Profundis and pray no longer. And
sometimes it happens that I pray the entire chaplet and only then feel at peace. I have
also discovered that if I feel constrained to pray for a longer time; that is to say, I
experience interior unrest, the soul is undergoing a greater struggle and is going through
a longer final agony.
This is how I have verified the exact time: I have a watch, and I look to see what time it
is. On the following day, when they tell me about that persons death, I ask them
about the time, and it exactly corresponds, as does the length of the persons last
agony. They say to me, such and such person died today, but she passed away quickly
and peacefully. It sometimes happens that the dying person is in the second or third
building away, yet for the spirit, space does not exist. It sometimes happens that I know
about a death occurring several hundred kilometers away. This has happened several times
with regard to my family and relatives and also sisters in religion, and even souls whom I
have not known during their lifetime.
O God of fathomless mercy, who allow me to give relief and help to the dying by my
unworthy prayer, be blessed as many thousand times as there are stars in the sky and drops
of water in all the oceans! Let your mercy resound throughout the orb of the earth, and
let it rise to the foot of Your throne, giving praise to the greatest of Your attributes;
that is, Your incomprehensible mercy. O God, this unfathomable mercy enthralls anew all
the holy souls and all the spirits of heaven. These pure spirits are immersed in holy
amazement as they glorify this inconceivable mercy of God, which in turn arouses even
greater admiration in them, and their praise is carried out in a perfect manner. O eternal
God, how ardently I desire to glorify this greatest of Your attributes; namely, Your
unfathomable mercy. I see all my littleness, and cannot compare myself to the heavenly
beings who praise the Lords mercy with holy admiration. But, I too, have found a way
to give perfect glory to the incomprehensible mercy of God.
O most sweet Jesus, who have deigned to allow miserable me to gain a knowledge of Your
unfathomable mercy; O most sweet Jesus, who have graciously demanded that I tell the whole
world of Your incomprehensible mercy, this day I take into my hands the two rays that
spring from Your merciful Heart; that is, the Blood and the Water; and I scatter them all
over the globe so that each soul may receive your mercy and, having received it, may
glorify it for endless ages. O most sweet Jesus who, in your incomprehensible kindness,
have deigned to unite my wretched heart to Your most merciful Heart, it is with Your own
heart that I glorify God, our Father, as no soul has ever glorified Him before.
December 21, 1936. The radio is always playing in the afternoon, so I feel the loss of
silence. All morning long, there is ceaseless talk and noise. My God, I was looking
forward to being in silence, happy that I should be talking only with the Lord, and here
it is just the opposite. Yet, nothing disturbs me now, neither the talking nor the radio.
In a word, nothing. By the grace of God, when I am praying I do not even know where I am;
I know only that my soul is united with the Lord. And thus I pass my days in this
hospital.
I marvel at how many humiliations and sufferings that priests accepts in this whole
matter. I see this at particular times, and I support him with my unworthy prayers. Only
God can give one such courage; otherwise one would give up. But I see with joy that all
these adversities contribute to Gods greater glory. The Lord has few such souls. O
infinite eternity. You will make manifest the efforts of heroic souls, because the earth
rewards their efforts with hatred and ingratitude. Such souls do not have friends; they
are solitary. And in this solitude, they gain strength; they draw their strength from God
alone. With humility, but also with courage, they stand firmly in the face of all the
storms that beat upon them. Luke high towering oaks, they are unmoved. And in this there
is just this one secret: that its from God that they draw this strength, and
everything whatsoever they have need of, they have for themselves and for others. They not
only carry their own burden, but also know how to take on, and are capable of taking on,
the burdens of others. They are pillars of light along Gods ways; they live in light
themselves and shed light upon others. They themselves live on the heights, and know how
to show the way to lesser ones and help them attain those heights.
My Jesus, you see that I do not know how to write well and, on top of that, I dont
even have a good pen. And often it scratches so badly that I must put sentences together,
letter by letter. And that is not all. I also have the difficulty of keeping secret from
the sisters the things I write down, and so I often have to shut my notebook every few
minutes and listen patiently to someones story, and then the time set aside for
writing is gone. And when I shut the notebook suddenly, the ink smears. I write with the
permission of my superiors and at the command of my confessor. It is a strange thing:
sometimes the writing goes quite well, but at other times, I can hardly read it myself.

December 23, 1936. I am spending this time with the Mother of God and preparing myself for
the solemn moment of the coming of the Lord Jesus. The Mother of God is instructing me in
the interior life of the soul with Jesus, especially in Holy Communion. It is only in
eternity that we shall know the great mystery effected in us by Holy Communion. O most
precious moments of my life!
O my Creator, I long for You! You understand me, O Lord of mine! All that is on earth
seems to me like a pale shadow. It is You I long for and desire. Although You do so
inconceivably much for me, for Your yourself visit me in a special way, yet those visits
do not soothe the wound of my heart, but make me long all the more for You, O Lord. Oh,
take me to Yourself, Lord, if such is Your will! You know that I am dying, and I am dying
of longing for You; and yet, I cannot die. Death, where are you? You draw me into the
abyss of Your divinity, and you veil yourself with darkness. My whole being is immersed in
You, yet I desire to see You face to face. When will this come about for me?
Sister Chrysostom came to visit me today. She brought some lemons and apples and a tiny
Christmas tree. I was delighted with them. Through sister Chrysostom, Mother superior
asked the doctor [Adam Silberg] to let me come home for Christmas, and he readily agreed.
I was very happy and burst into tears like a little child. Sister Chrysostom was surprised
that I looked so bad and had changed so much, and she told me, you know, little
Faustina, probably you will die. You must be suffering a great deal, sister. I
answered that I was suffering more that day than on other days, but that it was nothing
and that, for the salvation of souls, it was not too much. O merciful Jesus, give me the
souls of sinners!
December 24, 1936. During Holy Mass today, I was united in a particular way with God and
His Immaculate Mother. The humility and love of the Immaculate Virgin penetrated my soul.
The more I imitate the Mother of God, the more deeply I get to know God. Oh, what infinite
longing envelops my soul! Jesus, how can you still leave me in this exile? I am dying of
longing for You. Every touch of my soul be you wounds me immensely. Love an suffering go
together; yet I would not exchange this pain caused by Your for any treasure, because it
is the pain of incomprehensible delights, and these wounds of the soul are inflicted by a
loving hand.
Sister C came in the afternoon and took me home for the holydays. I was happy to be
reunited with the community. As we were riding through the city [Cracow] I imagined it was
the town of Bethlehem. As I watched all those people hurrying about, I thought: who is
meditating today, in recollection and silence, on this inconceivable mystery? O pure
Virgin, you are traveling today, and so am i. I feel that todays journey has its
symbolism. O radiant Virgin, pure as crystal, all immersed in God, I offer you my
spiritual life; arrange everything that it may be pleasing to your Son. O my Mother, how
ardently I desire that you give met he infant Jesus during the Midnight Mass. And I felt
such a living presence of God in the depths of my soul, that it was only by sheer will
power that I restrained my joy in order not to show outwardly what was going on in my
soul.
Before the vigil supper, I entered the chapel for a moment to break the wafer spiritually
with those dear to my heart. I presented them all, by name, to Jesus and begged for graces
on their behalf. But that wasnt all. I commended to the Lord all those who are being
persecuted, those who are suffering, those who do not know His Name, and especially poor
sinners. O little Jesus, I fervently ask you, enclose them all in the ocean of Your
incomprehensible mercy. O sweet Jesus, here is my heart; let it be a little cozy dwelling
place for Yourself. O infinite Majesty, with what sweetness You drew close to us. Here,
there is no dread of the thunderbolts of the great Jehovah; here, there is the sweet
little Jesus. Here, no soul is afraid; although your majesty has not lessened, but only
concealed itself. After supper, I felt very tired and was in pain. I had to lie down. But
I kept vigil with the Most Holy Mother, awaiting the arrival of the little child.

December 25, 1936. Midnight Mass. During Mass, Gods presence pierced me through and
through. A moment before the Elevation I saw the Mother of God and the infant Jesus and
the good Old Man [St. Joseph]. The Most Holy Mother spoke these words to me: my daughter,
Faustina, take this most precious treasure, and She gave me the infant Jesus. When I took
Jesus in my arms, my soul felt such unspeakable joy that I am unable to describe it. But,
strange thing, after a short while Jesus became awful, horrible looking, grown up and
suffering; and then the vision vanished, and soon it was time to go to Holy Communion.
When I received the Lord Jesus in Holy Communion, my soul trembled under the influence of
Gods presence. The next day, I saw the infant for a brief moment during the
Elevation.
On the second day of the Feast, Father Andrasz came to celebrate Mass for us, and during
Mass I again saw the little Jesus. in the afternoon, I went to confession. Father did not
give an answer to some of my questions that concerned this work. He said, When you
recover, we shall talk about it in concrete terms, and now, try to recover completely. As
for the rest, you know what guidance to follow and what direction to take in these
matters. As penance, Father told me to say the chaplet that Jesus had taught me.
While I was saying the chaplet, I heard a voice which said, Oh, what great graces I will
grant to souls who say this chaplet; the very depths of My tender mercy are stirred for
the sake of those who say the chaplet. Write down these words, My daughter. Speak to the
world about My Mercy; let all mankind recognize My unfathomable mercy. It is a sign for
the end of times; after it will come the day of justice. While there is still time, let
them have recourse to the fount of My mercy; let them profit from the Blood and Water
which gushed forth for them. O human souls, where are you going to hide on the day of
Gods anger? Take refuge now in the fount of Gods mercy. O what a great
multitude of souls I see! They worshipped the Divine Mercy and will be singing the hymn of
praise for all eternity.
December 27. Today, I returned to my place of solitude [her private room at the
sanatorium] I had a pleasant trip as I traveled with a certain person who was taking her
baby to be baptized. We gave her a lift as far as the Church in Podgorze. In order to get
out, she put the baby in my arms. When I took it, I offered it, with an ardent prayer, to
God, so that some day it might give Him special glory. I felt in my soul that the Lord was
looking in a special way on that little soul. When we arrived on Pradnik, sister N. helped
me to carry my bundle. When we enterd my room, we saw a beautiful paper angel with the
inscription, Gloria in
I think it is from the sick sister to whom I sent
the Christmas tree.
And so, the holydays are over. Nothing can still the yearning of my soul. I long for You,
o my Creator and eternal God! Neither celebrations nor beautiful hymns soothe my soul;
rather, they make me yearn all the more. At the very mention of Your name, my spirit
springs toward You, O Lord.

December 28, 1936. Today I have started a novena to the Divine Mercy. That is , I place
myself in spirit before the image and recite the chaplet which the Lord has taught me. On
the second day of the novena, I saw the image, as it were, come alive, adorned with
numberless votive lamps, and I saw great crowds of people coming there, and many of them
were filled with happiness. O Jesus, with what great joy did my heart beat! I am making
the novena for the intention of two people; namely, the Archbishop [Jalbrzykowski] and
Father Sopocko. I am earnestly asking the Lord to inspire the Archbishop to approve the
chaplet, which is so pleasing to God, and also the image, and that he may not put off or
delay this work
Today the Lords gaze shot through me suddenly, like lightning. At once, I came to
know the tiniest specks in my soul, and knowing the depths of my misery, I fell to my
knees and begged the Lords pardon, and with great trust I immersed myself in His
infinite mercy. Such knowledge does not depress me nor keep me away from the Lord, but
rather it arouses in my soul greater love and boundless trust. The repentance of my heart
is linked to love. These extraordinary flashes from the Lord educate my soul. O sweet rays
of God, enlighten me to the most secret depth, for I want to arrive at the greatest
possible purity of heart and soul.
In the evening, a great longing took possession of my soul. I took the pamphlet with the
Image of the Merciful Jesus on it and pressed it to my heart, and the following words
burst forth from my soul: Jesus, eternal love, I live for You, I die for You, and I
want to become united with You. Suddenly I saw the Lord in His inexpressible beauty.
He looked at me graciously and said, My daughter, I too came down from heaven out of love
for you, I lived for you, I died for you, and I created the heavens for you. And Jesus
pressed me to His Heart and said to me, very soon now, be at peace, My daughter. When I
was alone, my soul was set afire with the desire to suffer until the moment when the Lord
would say, Enough and even if I were to live for thousands of years, I see in
the light of God that is but one moment. Souls
[unfinished thought].
December 29, 1936. Today after Holy Communion, I heard a voice in my soul: My daughter,
stand ready, for I will come unexpectedly. Jesus, You do not want to tell me the hour I am
looking forward to with such longing? My daughter, it is for your won good. You will learn
it, but not now; keep watch. O Jesus, do with me as You please. I know You are the
merciful Savior and You will not change towards me at the hour of my death. If at this
time you are showing me so much special love, and are condescending to unite yourself with
me in such an intimate way and with such great kindness, I expect even more at the hour of
my death. You, my Lord-God, cannot change. You are always the same. Heaven can change, as
well as everything that is created; but You, O Lord, are ever the same and will endure
forever. So come as You like and when You like. Father of infinite mercy, I, Your child,
wait longingly for Your coming. O Jesus, You said in the Holy Gospel, Out of your
mouth do I judge you. Well, Jesus, I am always speaking of Your inconceivable mercy,
so I trust that you will judge me according to Your unfathomable mercy.
December 30, 1936. The year is coming to an end. I took today as the day of the monthly
retreat. My spirit engrossed itself in the benefits that God has lavished on me throughout
this whole year. My soul trembled at the sight of this immensity of Gods graces.
From my soul there burst forth a hymn of thanksgiving to the Lord. For a whole hour, I
remained steeped in adoration and thanksgiving, contemplating, one by one, the benefits I
had received from God and also my own minor shortcomings. All that this year contained has
gone into the abyss of eternity. Nothing is lost. I am glad that nothing gets lost.
December 30, 1936. One day retreat.
During the morning meditation, I felt an aversion and repugnance for all created things.
Everything pales before my eyes; my spirit is detached from all things. I desire only God
himself, and yet I must live. This is a martyrdom beyond description. God imparts himself
to the soul in a loving way and draws it into the infinite depths of His divinity, but at
the same time He leaves it here on earth for the sole purpose that it might suffer and die
of longing for Him. And this strong love is so pure that God himself finds pleasure in it;
and self-love has no access to its deeds, for here everything is totally saturated with
bitterness, and thus is totally pure. Life is a continuous dying, painful and terrible,
and at the same time it is the depth of true life and of inconceivable happiness and the
strength of the soul; and because of this, the soul, is capable of great deeds for the
sake of God.
In the evening, I prayed for a few hours. First for my parents and relatives, for Mother
General and for the whole congregation, for our students and for three priests [probably
Archbishop Jalbrzykowski, Father Sopocko, and Father Andresz] to whom I owe very much. I
ran the length and breadth of the whole world and thanked the unfathomable mercy of God
for all the graces granted to people, and I begged pardon for everything by which they
have offended Him.
During vespers, I saw the Lord Jesus, who looked sweetly and profoundly into my soul. My
daughter, have patience; it wont be long now. That profound look and those words
filled my soul with strength and power, courage and extraordinary trust that I would carry
out everything he was demanding of me, despite such tremendous difficulties, and filled me
with a special conviction that the Lord is with me and that with Him I can do all things.
All the powers on earth and in hell are as nothing to me. Everything must fall before the
power of His Name. I entrust everything into Your Hands, O my Lord and God. Sole commander
of my soul, direct me according to your eternal desires.

J.M.J. Cracow, Pradnik, January 1, 1937.
Jesus I trust in You.
Today at midnight, I bid goodbye to the old year 1936, and welcomed the year 1937. It was
with fear and trembling that, in this first hour of the year, I faced this new period of
time. Merciful Jesus, with You I go boldly and courageously into conflicts and battles. In
your Name, I will accomplish everything and overcome everything. My God, Infinite
Goodness, I beg of You, let Your infinite mercy accompany me always and in all things.
As I enter this year, fear of life overwhelms me, but Jesus brings me out of this fear and
lets me know what great glory this work of mercy will bring Him.
There are times in life when the soul finds comfort only in profound prayer. Would that
souls knew how to persevere in prayer at such times. This is very important.
J.M.J. Jesus I trust in You.
Resolutions for the year 1937, day 1, month 1.
Particular exam: remains the same; namely, to unite myself with the Merciful Christ (that
is; what would Christ do in such and such a case?) and, in spirit, to embrace the whole
world, especially Russia and Spain.
General Resolution.
I. Strict observance of silence, interior silence.
II. To see the image of God in every sister; all love of neighbor must flow from this
motive.
III. To do the will of God faithfully at every moment of my life and to live by this.
IV. To give a faithful account of everything to the spiritual director and not to
undertake anything of importance without a clear understanding with him. I shall try to
clearly lay bare to him the most secret depths of my soul, bearing in mind that I am
dealing with God himself, and that His representative is just a human being, and so I must
pray daily that he be given light.
V. During the evening examination of conscience, I am to ask myself the question: what if
He were to call me today?
VI. Not to look for God far away, but within my own being to abide with Him alone.
VII. In sufferings and torments, to take refuge in the tabernacle and to be silent.
VIII. To join all sufferings, prayers, works and mortifications to the merits of Jesus in
order to obtain mercy for the world.
IX. To use free moments, however short, for prayers for the dying.
X. There must not be a day in my life when I do not recommend to the Lord the works of our
Congregation. Never have regard for what others think of you [for human respect].
XI. Have no familiar relationships with anyone. Gentle firmness toward the girls,
boundless patience; punish them severely but with such punishments as these: prayer and
self-sacrifice. The strength that is in the emptying of myself for their sake is for them
a source of constant remorse and the softening of their obdurate hearts.
XII. The presence of God is the basis of all my thoughts, words and deeds.
XIII. To take advantage of all spiritual help. To always put self-love in its proper
place; namely, the last. To perform my spiritual exercises as though I were doing them for
the last time in my life, and in like manner to carry out all my duties.

January 2, 1937. The name of Jesus. Oh, how great is Your Name O Lord! It is the strength
of my soul. When my strength fails, and darkness invades my soul, Your name is the sun
whose rays give light and also warmth, and under their influence the soul becomes more
beautiful and radiant, taking its splendor from Your Name. When I hear the sweetest name
of Jesus, my heartbeat grows stronger, and there are times when, hearing the name of
Jesus, I fall into a swoon. My spirit eagerly strains toward Him.
This is a particularly important day for me. On this day I made my first visit connected
with the painting of the Image. On this day the Divine Mercy received special external
honor for the first time, but here it was in the form that the Lord had requested. This
day of the sweet name of Jesus reminds me of many special graces.
January 3. The Mother superior of the congregation that serves this hospital visited me
today, together with one of her sisters. For a long while, we talked about spiritual
matters. I recognized in her a great ascetic, and so our conversation was pleasing to God.
Today a girl came to see me. I saw that she was suffering, but not so much in body as in
soul. I comforted her as much as I could, but my words of consolations were not enough.
She was a poor orphan with a soul plunged in bitterness and pain. She opened her soul to
me and told me everything. I understood that, in this case, simple words of consolation
would not be enough. I fervently interceded with the Lord for that soul and offered Him my
joy so that He would give it to her and take all feeling of joy away from me. And the Lord
heard my prayer. I was left only with the consolation that she had been consoled.
Adoration. First Sunday of the month. During adoration, I felt so strongly urged to act
that I burst into tears and said to the Lord, Jesus, do not urge me, but give this
inspiration to those who you know are delaying the work. And I heard these words: My
daughter, be at peace, it will not be long now.
During vespers, I heard these words: My daughter, I want to repose in your heart, because
many souls have thrown Me out of their hearts today. I have experienced sorrow unto death.
I tried to comfort the Lord, by offering Him my love a thousand times over. I felt, within
my soul, a great disgust for sin.
My heart is steeped in continual bitterness, because I want to go to You, Lord, into the
fullness of life. O Jesus, what a dreadful wilderness this life seems to me! There is on
this earth no nourishment for either my heart or my soul. I suffer because of my longing
for You, O Lord. You have left me the Sacred Host. O Lord, but it enkindles in my soul an
even greater longing for You, O my Creator and Eternal God! Jesus, I yearn to become
untied with You. Deign to hear the sighs of Your dearly beloved. Oh, how I suffer because
I am still unable to be united with You. But let it be done according to your wishes.
January 5, 1937. this evening, I saw a certain priest [probably Father Sopocko] who was in
need of prayer for a certain matter. I prayed fervently because the matter is very close
to my heart as well. Thank you, Jesus, for this kindness.
O Jesus, have mercy! Embrace the whole world and press me to Your Heart
O Lord, let
my soul repose in the sea of your unfathomable mercy.

January 6, 1937. Today during Holy Mass, I was unwittingly absorbed in the infinite
majesty of God. The whole immensity of Gods love flooded my soul. At that particular
moment, I became aware of how much God abases himself for my sake. He, the Lord of Lords
and what am I, miserable being that I am, that Your would commune thus with me? The
wonder that took hold of me after this special grace continued very vividly throughout the
entire day. Taking advantage of the intimacy to which the Lord was admitting me, I
interceded before Him for the whole world. At such moments I have the feeling that the
whole world is depending on me.
My Master, cause my heart never to expect help from anyone, but I will always strive to
bring assistance, consolation and all manner of relief to others. My heart is always open
to the sufferings of other; and I will not close my heart to the sufferings of others,
even though because of this, I have been scornfully nicknamed dump; that is,
because everyone dumps his pain into my heart. To this I answered that everyone has a
place in my heart and I, in return, have a place in the Heart of Jesus. Taunts regarding
the law of love will not narrow my heart. My soul is always sensitive on this point, and
Jesus alone is the motive for my love of neighbor.
January 7. During the Holy Hour, the Lord allowed me to taste His Passion. I shared in the
bitterness of the suffering that filled His soul to overflowing. Jesus gave me to
understand how a soul should be faithful to prayer despite torments, dryness and
temptations; because oftentimes the realization of Gods great plans depends mainly
on such prayer. If we do not persevere in such prayer, we frustrate what the Lord wanted
to do through us or within us. Let every soul remember these words: and being in
anguish, He prayed longer. I always prolong such prayer as much as is in my power
and in conformity with my duty.
January 8. On Friday morning, as I was going to the chapel to attend Holy Mass, I suddenly
saw a huge juniper tree on the pavement and in it a horrible cat who, looking angrily at
me, blocked my way to the chapel. One whisper of the name of Jesus dissipated all that. I
offered the whole day for dying sinners. During Holy Mass, I felt closeness of the Lord in
a special way. After Holy Communion, I turned my gaze with trust toward the Lord and told
him, Jesus, I so much desire to tell You something. And the Lord looked at me
with love and said, My beloved daughter, you have come to know well the depths of My
mercy, I will do what you ask, but unite yourself continually with My agonizing Heart and
make reparation to My justice. Know that you have asked Me for a great thing, but I see
that this was dictated by your pure love for Me; that is why I am complying with your
request.
Mary, Immaculate Virgin, take me under Your special protection and guard the purity of my
soul, heart and body. You are the model and star of my life.
Today, I experienced a great suffering during the visit of our sisters. I learned of
something that hurt me terribly, but I controlled myself so that the sisters didnt
notice anything. For some time, the pain was tearing my heart apart, but all that is for
the sake of poor sinners
O Jesus, for poor sinners, Jesus, my strength, stay close
to me, help me
January 10, 1937. I asked the Lord today to give me strength in the morning so that I
could go to receive Holy Communion. My Master, I ask You with all my thirsting heart to
give me, if this is according to Your Holy will, any suffering and weakness that You like
I want to suffer all day and all night but please, I fervently beg You,
strengthen me for the one moment when I am to receive Holy Communion. You see very well,
Jesus, that here they do not bring Holy Communion to the sick; so, if You do not
strengthen me for that moment so that I can go down to the chapel, how can I receive you
in he Mystery of love? And you know how much my heart longs for You. O my sweet Spouse,
whats the good of all these reasonings? You know how ardently I desire You,
and if You so choose You can do this for me.
On the following morning, I felt as if I were perfectly well; the faintings and the
weakness ceased. But as soon as I returned from the chapel, all the sufferings and
weaknesses immediately returned, as if they had been waiting for me. But I had no fear of
them at all, because I had been nourished by the Bread of the Strong. I boldly look at
everything; even death itself I look straight in the eye.
O Jesus, concealed in the Host, my sweet Master and faithful friend, how happy my soul is
to have such a friend who always keeps me company. I do not feel lonely even though I am
in isolation. Jesus-host, we know each other that is enough for me.

January 12, 1937. Today, when the doctor [Adam Silberg] making his rounds came to see me,
he somehow didnt like the way I looked. Naturally, I was suffering more, and so my
temperature had gone up considerably. Consequently, he decided I must not go down for Holy
Communion until my temperature dropped to normal. I said: all right, although
pain seized my heart; but I said I would go only if I had no fever. So he agreed to that.
When the doctor left, I said to the Lord, Jesus, now it is up to You whether I shall
go or not, and I didnt think about it anymore, although the thought kept
coming to my mind: I am not to have Jesus, no, that is impossible, and not just once but
for several days, until my temperature drops. But in the evening, I said to the Lord,
Jesus, if my communions are pleasing to You, I beg You humbly, grant that I have not
one degree of fever tomorrow morning.
In the morning, as I was taking my temperature, I thought to myself, If there is
even one degree, I will not get up because that would be contrary to obedience. But
when I looked at the thermometer, there wasnt even one degree of fever. I jumped to
my feet at once and went to Holy Communion. When the doctor came and I told him that I had
had not even once degree of fever, and so had gone to Holy Communion, he was surprised. I
begged him not to make it difficult for me to go to Holy Communion, for it would have an
adverse effect on the treatment. The doctor answered, for peace of conscience and at
the same time to avoid difficulties for yourself sister, let us make the following
agreement: when the weather is fine, and it isnt raining, and your feel all right,
then, sister, please go; but you must weigh these matters in your conscience. It
made me very happy that the doctor was being so considerate for my sake. You see, Jesus,
that I have already done whatever was up to me; now I am counting on You and am quite at
peace.
I saw Father Andrasz as he was saying Holy Mass today. Before the Elevation, I saw the
infant Jesus with his hands spread out, and He was very joyous; then, after a moment, I
saw nothing more. I was in my room and I continued making my thanksgiving. But later on, I
thought to myself, why was the infant Jesus so merry? After all, he is not always so
merry when I see Him? then I heard these words interiorly: Because I am very much at
home in his heart. And I was not at all surprised at this, because I know he loves Jesus
very much.
My union with the dying is still as close as ever. Oh, how incomprehensible is Gods
mercy that the Lord allows me, by my unworthy prayer, to come to the aid of the dying. I
try to be at the side of every dying person whenever I can. Have confidence in God, for He
is good and inconceivable. His mercy surpasses our understanding.
January 4, 1937. Today, Jesus entered my room wearing a bright robe and girded with a
golden belt, His whole figure resplendent with great majesty. He said, My daughter, why
are you giving in to thoughts of fear? I answered, O Lord, You know why. And
He said, Why? This work frightens me. You know that I am incapable of carrying it
out. And he said, Why? You see very well that I am not in good health, that I
have no education, that I have no money, that I am an abyss of misery, that I fear
contacts with people. Jesus, I desire only You. You can release me from this. And
the Lord said to me, My daughter, what you have said is true. You are very miserable, and
it pleases Me to carry out this work of mercy precisely through you who are nothing but
misery itself. Do not fear; I will accomplish everything that is lacking in you. You know
what is within your power to do; do that. The Lord looked into the depth of my being with
great kindness; I thought I would die for joy under that gaze. The Lord disappeared, and
joy, strength and power to act remained in my soul. But I was surprised that the Lord did
not want to release me and that He is not changing anything He has once said. And despite
all these joys, there is always a shadow of sorrow. I see that love and sorrow go hand in
hand.
I rarely have such visions. But I more often commune with the Lord in a more profound
manner. My senses sleep and, although not in a visible way, all things become more real
and clearer to me than if I saw them with my eyes. My intellect learns more in once moment
than during long years of thinking and meditation, both as regards the essence of God and
as regards revealed truths, and also as regards the knowledge of my own misery.
Nothing disturbs my union with the Lord, neither conversation with others nor any duties;
even if I am to go about settling very important matters, this does not disturb me. My
spirit is with God, and my interior being is filed with God, so I do not look for Him
outside myself. He, the Lord, penetrates my soul just as a ray from the sun penetrates
clear glass. When I was enclosed in my mothers womb, I was not so closely united
with her as I am with my God. There, it was an unawareness; but here, it is the fullness
of reality and the consciousness of union. My visions are purely interior, but the more I
understand them, the less I am able to express them in words.
Oh how beautiful is the world of the spirit! And so real that, by comparison, the exterior
life is just a vain illusion and powerlessness.
Jesus, give me the strength and wisdom to get through this terrible wilderness, that my
heart may bear patiently this longing for You, O my Lord! I always remain in holy
amazement when I sense that You are approaching me, You, the Lord of the awesome throne;
that You descend to this miserable exile and visit this poor beggar who has nothing but
misery! I do know now how to entertain you my Royal Prince, but You know that I love You
with every beat of my heart. I see how You lower yourself, but nevertheless Your majesty
does not diminish in my eyes. I know that You love me with the love of a bridegroom, and
that is enough for me. Although we are separated by a great chasm, for You are the creator
and I am Your creature, nevertheless, love alone explains our union. Without it, all is
incomprehensible. Only love makes it possible to understand these incomprehensible
intimacies with which you visit me. O Jesus, your greatness terrifies me, and I would be
in constant astonishment and fear, if you yourself did not set me at peace. You make me
capable of communing with Your before each approach.

January 15, 1937. Sorrow will not establish itself in a heart which loves the will of God.
My heart, longing for God, feels the whole misery of exile. I keep going forward bravely
though my feet become wounded to my homeland and, on the way, I nourish
myself on the will of God. It is my food. Help me, happy inhabitants of the heavenly
homeland, so that your sister may not falter on the way. Although the desert is fearful, I
walk with lifted head and eyes fixed on the sun; that is to say, on the merciful heart of
Jesus.
January 19, 1937. My life at present flows on in peaceful awareness of God. My silent soul
lives on Him and this conscious life of God in my soul is for me a source of happiness and
strength. I do not look for happiness outside the depths of my soul in which God dwells;
of this I am aware. I feel a certain need to share myself with others. I have discovered a
fountain of happiness in my soul, and it is God. O my God, I see that everything that
surrounds me is filled with God, and most of all my own soul, which is adorned with the
grace of God. Already now, I will begin to live on that on which I shall live for all
eternity.
Silence is so powerful a language that it reaches the throne of the living God. Silence is
His language, though secret, yet living and powerful.
Jesus, you have given me to know and understand in what a souls greatness consists:
not in great deeds but in great love. Love has its worth, and it confers greatness on all
our deeds. Although our actions are small and ordinary in themselves, because of love they
become great and powerful before God.
Love is a mystery that transforms everything it touches into things beautiful and pleasing
to God. The love of God makes a soul free. She is like a queen; she knows no slavish
compulsion; she sets about everything with great freedom of soul, because the love which
dwells in her incites her to action. Everything that surrounds her makes her know that
only God himself is worthy of her love. A soul in love with God and immersed in Him
approaches her duties with the same disposition as she does Holy Communion and carries out
the simplest tasks with great care, under the loving gaze of God. She is not troubled if,
after some time, something turns out to be less successful. She remains calm, because at
the time of the action she had done what was in her power. When it happens that the living
presence of God, which she enjoys almost constantly, leaves her, she then tries to
continue living in lively faith. Her soul understands that there are periods of battle.
Through her will, she is always with God. Her soul, like a knight, is well trained in
battle; from afar it sees where the foe is hiding and is ready for battle. She knows she
is not alone God is her strength.
January 21, 1937. Since early morning today, I have been wondrously united with the Lord.
In the evening, the hospital chaplain visited me. After we had talked for a whole, I felt
my spirit beginning to immerse itself in God, and I began to lose all sense of what was
happening around me. I ardently implored Jesus, give me the ability to talk.
And the Lord granted that I could talk freely with him. But there was a moment when I
could not understand what the priest was saying. I heard his voice, but it was impossible
for me to understand him although I could hear his voice. This is a moment of the grace of
union with God, but imperfect, because exteriorly the senses are acting imperfectly too.
There is no total immersion in God; that is, suspension of the senses, as often happens
when one neither sees nor hears anything exteriorly, the whole soul being freely absorbed
in God. When such a grace visits me, I want to be alone, and I ask Jesus to protect me
from the eyes of creatures. I was really very embarrassed before the priest, but I was
reassured, because he got to know a little of my soul in confession.
Today the Lord gave me to know, in spirit, about the convent of Divine Mercy. I saw a
great spirit in this convent, but everything was poor and very scanty. O my Jesus, you are
allowing me to live in spirit with these souls, but perhaps I shall never set foot there;
but may Your Name be blessed, and whatever you have intended, may it be done.

January 22, 1937. Today is Friday. My soul is in a sea of suffering. Sinners have taken
everything away from me. But that is all right; I have given everything away for their
sake that they might know that You are good and infinitely merciful. I shall be faithful
to You, come rain or shine.
Today the doctor decided that I am not to go to Mass, but only to Holy Communion. I wanted
very much to assist at Mass, but my confessor, in agreement with the doctor, told me to
obey. It is Gods will, sister, that you should get well, and you must not
undertake mortifications of any kind. Be obedient, sister, and God will reward you for
it. I felt that the confessors words were Jesus words, and although it
made me sad to miss Holy Mass, during which God had been granting me the grace of seeing
the infant Jesus; nevertheless, I placed obedience above everything else.
I become absorbed in prayer and said my penance. Then I suddenly saw the Lord, who said to
me, My daughter, know that you give me greater glory by a single act of obedience than by
long prayers and mortifications. Oh, how good it is to live under obedience, to live
conscious of the fact that everything I do is pleasing to God!
January 23, 1937. I did not feel like writing today. Then I heard a voice in my soul: My
daughter, you do not live for yourself but for souls; write for their benefit. You know
that My will as to your writing has been confirmed many times by your confessors. You know
what is pleasing to Me, and if you have any doubts about what I am saying, you also know
whom you are to ask. I grant him light to pronounce judgment on my case. My eye watches
over him. My daughter, you are to be like a child towards him, full of simplicity and
candor. Put his judgment above all My demands. He will guide you to carry out my demands,
be at peace; I will not judge you, but the matter will remain between Me and him. You are
to be obedient.
January 25, 1937. Today my soul is steeped in bitterness. O Jesus, O my Jesus, today
everyone can add to my cup of bitterness. It makes no difference whether they be friend or
foe, they can all inflict suffering on me. And You, O Jesus, are bound to give me
strength, and power in these difficult moments. O blessed Host, support me and seal my
lips against all murmuring and complaint. When I am silent, I know I shall be victorious.
January 27, 1937. I feel considerable improvement in my health. Jesus is bringing me from
the gates of death to life, because there as so little left but for me to die, and lo, the
Lord grants me the fullness of life. Although I am still to remain in the sanatorium, I am
almost completely well. I see that the will of God has to yet been fulfilled in me, and
that is why I must live, for I know that if I fulfill everything the Lord has planned for
me in this world, He will not leave me in exile any longer, for heaven is my home. But
before we go to our Homeland, we must fulfill the will of God on earth; that is, trails
and struggles must run their full course in us.
O my Jesus, you re giving me back my health and life; give me also strength for battle,
because I am unable to do anything without you. Give me strength, for You can do all
things. You see that I am a frail child, and what can I do?
I know the full power of Your mercy, and I trust that You will give me everything Your
feeble child needs.
I have desired death so much! I do not know whether I shall ever again in my life
experience such great longing for God. There have been times when I feel into a swoon for
Him. Oh, how ugly the earth when one knows heaven! I must do violence to myself in order
to live. O will of God, you are my nourishment.
Oh how drab and full of misunderstandings is this life! My patience is exercised, and
after it comes experience. I understand and learn many things each day and see that I know
very little, and I am constantly discovering faults in my conduct. Still, I am not
discouraged by this, but thank God that He deigns to grant me His light that I may know
myself.
There is a certain person [Stanislava Kwietniewska] who tests my patience. I must devote
much time to her. When I talk with her, I feel that she is lying, and this, continually.
And because she tells me about things far away which I cannot verify, she is able to get
away with the lie. But I am inwardly convinced that there is no truth in what she says.
When it occurred to me once that I might be mistaken and that she might be telling the
truth, I asked the Lord Jesus to give me the following sign; if she is really lying, let
her admit to me herself that she has lied about any one of the things concerning which I
am inwardly convinced that she is lying. And if she is telling the truth, let the Lord
Jesus take this conviction away from me. A little later, she came to me again and said,
Sister, I beg your forgiveness, but I have lied about such and such a thing,
and I understood that the inner light concerning that person had not misled me.
January 29, 1937. I overslept today, a little longer and I would have been too late for
Holy Communion because the chapel is a good distance from our section. When I went
outdoors, the snow was knee-deep. But before it occurred to me that the doctor would not
have allowed me to go out in such snow, I had already come to the Lord in the chapel. I
received Holy Communion and was back in no time. I heard these words in my soul: My
daughter, rest close to My heart. Known to me are your efforts. My soul is more joyful
when I am close to the Heart of my God.

January 30, 1937. One day retreat. I am coming to know Gods greatness more and more
and to rejoice in Him. I remain unceasingly with Him in the depths of my heart. It is in
my own soul that I most easily find God.
During my meditation, I heard these words: My daughter, you give me most glory by
patiently submitting to My will, and you win for yourself greater merit than that which
any fast or mortification could ever gain for you. Know, My daughter, that if you submit
your will to Mine, you draw upon yourself my special delight. This sacrifice is pleasing
to Me and full of sweetness. I take great pleasure in it, there is power in it.
Examination of conscience: continuation of the same, to unite myself to the Merciful
Christ, Practice: interior silence, that is, strict observance of silence.
In difficult moments, I will fix my gaze upon the silent Heart of Jesus, stretched out
upon the Cross, and from the exploding flames of His merciful Heart, will flow down upon
me power and strength to keep fighting.
An extraordinary thing, that in winter a canary comes to my window and sings beautifully
for a while. I have tried to check whether there is a canary in a cage somewhere around,
but there is none anywhere, not even in the neighboring ward. One of the other patients
also heard it, but only once, and wondered how a canary could be singing in this freezing
season of the year.
O Jesus, how sorry I feel for poor sinners. Jesus, grant them contrition and repentance.
Remember your own sorrowful Passion. I know Your infinite mercy and cannot bear it that a
soul that has cost You so much should perish. Jesus, give me the souls of sinners; let
Your mercy rest upon them. Take everything away from me, but give me souls. I want to
become a sacrificial host for sinners. Let the shell of my body conceal my offering, for
Your Most Sacred Heart is also hidden in a host, and certainly You are a living sacrifice.
Transform me into yourself, O Jesus, that I may be a living sacrifice and pleasing to You.
I desire to atone at each moment for poor sinners. The sacrifice of my spirit is hidden
under the veil of the body; the human eye does not perceive it, and for that reason it is
pure and pleasing to You. O my Creator and Father of great mercy, I trust in You, for You
are goodness itself. Souls, do not be afraid of God, but trust in Him, for He is good, and
His mercy is everlasting.
We know each other mutually, O Lord, in the dwelling of my heart. Yes, now it is I who am
receiving You as a Guest in the little home of my heart, but the time is coming when you
will call me to Your dwelling place, which you have prepared for me from the beginning of
the world. Oh, what am I compared to You, O Lord?
The Lord is leading me into a world unknown to me. He makes known to me His great grace,
but I am afraid of it and will not submit to its influence in so far as it may be in my
power, until I am assured by my spiritual director as to what this grace is.
On one occasion, Gods presence pervaded my whole being, and my mind was mysteriously
enlightened in respect o His essence. He allowed me to understand His interior life. In
spirit, I saw the Three Divine Persons, but Their essence was One. He is one, and only,
but in three persons; none of is either greater or smaller, there is no difference in
either beauty or sanctity, for they are One. They are absolutely One. His love transported
me into this knowledge and united me with Himself. When I was united to One, I was equally
united to the Second and to the Third in such a way that when we are united with One, by
that very fact, we are equally united to the two Persons in the same way as with the One.
Their will is One, one God, though in Three Persons. When One of the Three Persons
communicates with a soul, by the power of that one will, it finds itself united with the
Three Persons and is inundated in the happiness flowing from the Most Holy Trinity. The
same happiness that nourishes the saints. This same happiness that streams from the Most
Holy Trinity makes all creation happy; from it springs that life which vivifies and
bestows all life which takes its beginning from Him. In these moments, my soul experienced
such great divine delights that I find this difficult to express.
Then I heard the following words spoken thus: I want you to be My Spouse. Fear pierced my
soul, but I calmly continued to reflect on what sort of an espousal this could be.
However, each time fear would invade my soul, a power from on high would give it peace.
After all, I have taken perpetual vows, and I have taken them of my own completely free
will. And so I continued to reflect on what this could mean. I sensed, and came to
realize, that this was some special kind of grace. Whenever I think about it, I feel faint
for God, but in this swooning, my mind is clear and penetrated with light. When I am
united to Him, I faint from an abundance of happiness, but my mind is bright and clear and
free from all shadows. You abase Your majesty to dwell with a poor creature. Thank you, O
Lord, for this great grace that makes it possible for me to commune with You. Jesus, Your
Name is my delight, I have a presentiment of my Beloved from afar, and my languishing soul
rests in His embrace; I dont know how to live without Him. I would rather be with
Him in afflictions and suffering than without Him in the greatest heavenly delights.

February 2, 1937. today, from early morning, Divine absorption penetrates my soul. During
Mass, I thought I would see the little Jesus, as I often do; however, today during Holy
Mass I saw the crucified Jesus. Jesus was nailed to the cross and was in great agony. His
suffering pierced me, soul and body, in a manner which was invisible, but nevertheless
most painful.
Oh, what awesome mysteries take place during Mass! A great mystery is accomplished in the
Holy Mass. With what great devotion should we listen to and take part in this death of
Jesus. One day we will know what God is doing for us in each Mass, and what sort of gift
He is preparing in it for us. Only His divine love could permit that such a gift be
provided for us. O Jesus, my Jesus, with what great pain is my soul pierced when I see
this fountain of life gushing forth with such sweetness and power for each soul, while at
the same time I see souls withering away and drying up through their own fault. O Jesus,
grant that the power of mercy embrace these souls.
O Mary, today a terrible sword has pierced Your holy soul. Except for God, no one knows of
Your suffering. Your soul does not break; it is brave, because it is with Jesus. Sweet
Mother, unite my soul to Jesus, because it is only then that I will be able to endure all
trials and tribulations, and only in union with Jesus will my little sacrifices be
pleasing to God. Sweetest Mother, continue to teach me about the interior life. May the
sword of suffering never break me. O pure Virgin, pour courage into my heart and guard it.
This day is so special for me; even though I encountered so many sufferings, my soul is
overflowing with great joy. In a private room next to mine, there was a Jewish woman who
was seriously ill. I went to see here three days ago and was deeply pained at the thought
that she would soon die without having her soul cleansed by the grace of baptism. I had an
understanding with her nurse, a religious sister, that when her last moment would be
approaching, she would baptize her. There was this difficulty however, that there were
always some Jewish people with her. However, I felt inspired to pray before the image
which Jesus had instructed me to have painted. I have a leaflet with the Image of the
Divine Mercy on the cover. And I said to the Lord, Jesus, you yourself told me that
you would grant many graces through this image. I ask You, then, for the grace of Holy
Baptism for this Jewish lady. It makes no difference who will baptize her, as long as she
is baptized.
After these words, I felt strangely at peace, and I was quite sure that, despite the
difficulties, the waters of Holy Baptism would be poured upon her soul. That night, when
she was very low, I got out of bed three times to see her, watching for the right moment
to give her this grace. The next morning, she seemed to feel a little better. In the
afternoon her last moment began to approach. The sister who was her nurse said that
baptism would be difficult because they were with her. The moment came when the sick woman
began to lose consciousness, and as a result, in order to save her, they began to run
about; some went to fetch the doctor, while others went off in other directions to find
help.
And so the patient was left alone, and sister baptized her, and before they had all rushed
back, her soul was beautiful, adorned with Gods grace. Her final agony began
immediately, but it did not last long. It was as if she fell asleep. All of a sudden, I
saw her soul ascending to heaven in wondrous beauty. Oh, how beautiful is a soul with
sanctifying grace! Joy flooded my heart that before this image I had received so great a
grace for this soul.
Oh how great is Gods mercy; let every soul praise it. O my Jesus, that soul for all
eternity will be singing you a hymn of mercy. I shall not forget the impression this day
has made on my soul. This is the second great grace which I have received here for souls
before this image.
Oh how good the Lord is, and how full of compassion; Jesus, how heartily I thank You for
these graces.

February 5, 1937. My Jesus, in spite of everything, I desire very much to unite myself to
You. Jesus, if this be possible, take me to yourself, for it seems to me that my heart
will burst of longing for You!
Oh how very much I feel that I am in exile! When will I find myself in the house of our
Father, delighting in the happiness that streams from the Most Holy Trinity? But, if it is
Your will that I still go on living and suffering, then I desire what you have destined
for me. Keep me here on earth for as long as You wish, even though this be until the end
of the world. O will of my Lord, be my delight and the rapture of my soul. Although the
earth is so filled with people, I feel all alone, and the earth is a terrible desert to
me. O Jesus, You know and understand the fervors of my heart; you O Lord alone can fill
me.
Today, when I warned a certain young lady that she should not be standing for hours in the
corridor with the men, because it was unbecoming for a well bred young lady to do so, she
apologized and promised to correct herself. She began to cry when she became aware of her
thoughtlessness. As I was saying these few things to her concerning moral behavior, all
the men from the ward came over and listened to my words of advice. The Jewish people even
heard a few things about themselves. A certain person told me afterwards that they put
their ears against the wall and listened attentively. I somehow felt they were listening,
but I said what I had to say. The walls are so thin here that one can be heard, even when
speaking in a low voice.
There is a woman here who was once one of our students. Naturally, she puts my patience to
the test. She comes to see me several times a day. After each of these visits I am tired
out, but I see that the Lord Jesus has sent that soul to me. Let everything glorify You, O
Lord. Patience gives glory to God. O how poor souls are!
February 6, 1937. Today the Lord said to me, My daughter, I am told that there is much
simplicity in you, so why do you not tell Me about everything that concerns you, even in
the smallest details? Tell me about everything, and know that this will give Me great joy.
I answered, but you know about everything, Lord. And Jesus replied to me, Yes,
I do know, but you should not excuse yourself with the fact that I know, but with
childlike simplicity talk to Me about everything, for My ears and Heart are inclined
towards you, and your words are dear to Me.
When I began this big novena for three intentions, I saw a tiny insect on the ground and
thought: how did it get here in the middle of winter? Then I heard the following words in
my soul: you see, I am thinking of it and sustaining it, and what is it compared to you?
Why was your soul fearful for a moment? I apologized to the Lord for that moment. Jesus
wants me to always be a child and to leave all care to Him, and to submit blindly to His
Holy will. He took everything upon Himself.

February 7, 1937. Today, the Lord said to me, I demand of you a perfect and whole burnt
offering; an offering of the will. No other sacrifice can compare with this one. I myself
am directing your life and arranging things in such a way that you will be for Me a
continual sacrifice and will always do My will. And for the accomplishment of this
offering, you will unite yourself with Me on the Cross. I know what you can do. I myself
will give you many orders directly, but I will delay the possibility of their being
carried out and make it depend on others. But what the superiors will not manage to do, I
myself will accomplish directly in your soul. And in the most hidden depths of your soul,
a perfect holocaust will be carried out, not just for a while, but know, My daughter, that
this offering will last until your death. But there is time, so that I the Lord will
fulfill all your wishes. I delight in you as in a living host; let nothing terrify you; I
am with you.
Today, I received a not from Mother superior forbidding me to go to the bedside of the
dying. And so, I will send to the dying obedience in place of self, and it will support
the souls who are dying. Such is Gods will, and that is enough for me. That which I
cannot understand now I will learn later.
February 7, 1937. Today, I prayed more fervently than ever for the Holy Father [Pius XI]
and three priests that God would inspire them as to what He is asking of me, for the
realization of this depends on them. Oh, how happy I am that the Holy Fathers health
is improving. Today I heard him addressing the Eucharistic Congress, and I went there in
spirit to receive the Apostolic Blessing.
February 9, 1937. Shrove Tuesday. During the last two days of the carnival, I experienced
the overwhelming flood of chastisements and sins. In one instant the Lord gave me a
knowledge of the sins committed throughout the whole world during these days. I fainted
from fright, and even though I know the depth pf Gods mercy, I was surprised that
God allows humanity to exist. And the Lord gave me to know who it is that upholds the
existence of mankind: it is the chosen souls. When the number of the chosen ones is
complete, the world will cease to exist.
On these two days, I received Holy Communion as an act of reparation, and I said to the
Lord, Jesus, I offer everything today for sinners. Let the blows of Your justice
fall on me, and the sea of your mercy engulf the poor sinners. And the Lord heard my
prayer: many souls returned to the Lord, but I was in agony under the yoke of Gods
justice. I felt I was the object of the anger of the Most High God. By evening my
sufferings had reached such a stage of interior desolation that moans welled up
involuntarily from my breast. I locked the door of my room and began an adoration; that is
to say, a Holy Hour. Interior desolation and an experience of Gods justice
that was my prayer; and the moans and pain that welled up from my soul took the place of a
sweet conversation with the Lord.
Then suddenly I saw the Lord, who clasped me to His Heart and said to me, My daughter, do
not weep, for I cannot bear your tears. I will grant you everything you ask for, but stop
crying. And I was filled with great joy, and my spirit, as usual, was drowned in Him as in
its only treasure. Today, encouraged by His kindness, I conversed with Jesus at greater
length.
When I had rested near His sweetest Heart, I told Him, Jesus, I have so much to tell
You. And the Lord said to me with great love, Speak, My daughter. And I started to
enumerate the pains of my heart; that is, how greatly concerned I am for all mankind, that
they all do not know you, and those who do know you do not love you as you deserve
to be loved. I also see how terribly sinners offend you; and then again, I see how
severely the faithful, especially your servants, are oppressed and persecuted. And then,
too, I see many souls rushing headlong into the terrible abyss of hell. You see, Jesus,
this is the pain that gnaws at my heart and bones. And, although You show me special love
and inundate my heart with streams of Your joys, nevertheless, this does not appease the
sufferings I have just mentioned, but rather they penetrate my poor heart all the more
acutely. Oh, how ardently I desire that all mankind turn with trust to Your Mercy. Then,
seeing the glory of Your name, my heart will be comforted.
Jesus listened to these outpourings of my heart with gravity and interest, as if He had
known nothing about them, and this seemed to make it easier for me to talk. And the Lord
said to me, My daughter, those words of your heart are pleasing to Me, and by saying the
chaplet you are bringing humankind closer to Me. After these words, I found myself alone,
but the presence of God is always in my soul.
O My Jesus, although I will go to You, and You will fill me with yourself, and that will
make my happiness complete, I will nevertheless not forget about humanity. I desire to
draw aside the veils of heaven, so that the earth would have no doubts about the Divine
Mercy. My repose is in proclaiming Your Mercy. The soul gives the greatest glory to its
Creator when it turns with trust to the Divine Mercy.

February 10, 1937. Today is Ash Wednesday.
During Holy Mass, I felt for a short time the Passion of Jesus in my members. Lent is a
very special time for the work of priests. We should assist them in rescuing souls.
A few days ago, I wrote to my director [probably Father Andrasz] asking permission for
some little mortifications during Lent. As I did not have the doctors permission to
go to town, I had to do this by letter. But Ash Wednesday is already here, and I still
have no answer. This morning after Holy Communion, I asked Jesus to inspire my director
with His light so that he would answer me, and I knew in my soul that Father was not
against my practicing these mortifications for which I had asked permission, and that he
would give his permission. So, in peace, I began to undertake these practices. That same
afternoon I received a letter from Father, saying that he readily gives me permission to
undertake those practices for which I had asked permission. I was very pleased that my
interior knowledge was in agreement with my spiritual Fathers opinion.
Then I heard the following words in my soul: You will receive a greater reward for your
obedience and subjection to your confessor than you will for the practices which you will
be carrying out. Know this, my daughter, and act accordingly: anything, no matter how
small it may be, that has the seal of obedience to My representative is pleasing to Me and
great in My eyes.
Small practices for Lent.
Although I wish and desire to do so, I cannot practice big mortifications as before.
Because I am under the strict surveillance of the doctor. But I can practice little
things: first sleep without a pillow; keep myself a little hungry; every day, with
my arms outstretched, say the chaplet which the Lord taught me; occasionally, with arms
outstretched, for an indefinite period of time pray informally. Intention: to beg divine
mercy for poor sinners, and for priests, the power to bring sinful hearts to repentance.
My contact with the dying is, just as it has been in the past, very close. I often
accompany a person who is dying far away, but my greatest joy is when I see the promise of
mercy fulfilled in these souls. The Lord is faithful, what He once ordains He
fulfills.
A certain person in our ward was beginning to die. Amidst terrible tortures, she was dying
for three days, sometimes regaining consciousness. Everyone in the ward was praying for
her. I longed to go to her, but Mother superior had forbidden me to go to visit the dying,
so I prayed for that poor soul in my room. But when I heard that she was still in agony,
and there was no saying how long it was going to take, I suddenly felt inspired in my soul
and said to the Lord, Jesus, if all I do is pleasing to You, I ask you, as evidence,
to let that soul stop suffering and pass on immediately to her happy eternity. A few
minutes later I learned that the person had passed away so peacefully and quickly that
they did not even have time to light the candle.
I will say a word more about my spiritual director [Father Andrasz or Father Sopocko]. It
is strange that there are so few priests who know how to pour power, strength and courage
into a soul so that it can make constant progress without getting tired. Under such
direction a soul, even of lesser strength, can do much for the glory of God. And here I
discovered a secret; namely, that the confessor, or rather the spiritual director, does
not make light of the trifles that the soul brings to him. And when the soul notices that
it is being controlled in this, it begins to exert itself and does not omit the slightest
opportunity to practice virtue and also avoids the smallest faults. And from these
efforts, as with little stones, there rises within the soul a most beautiful temple. On
the contrary, if the soul notices that the confessor neglects these little things, it
likewise neglects them and ceases to give an account of them to the confessor and, worse
still, will begin to grow negligent in little things. Thus, instead of going forward, it
gradually retreats backwards and becomes aware of the situation only when it has already
fallen into some serious trouble. Here, a serious question poses itself, who is at fault,
the soul in question or the confessor; that is to say, the director? It seems to me that
all the blame should be put on the imprudent director; the souls only fault is to
have taken upon itself the choice of a director. The director could well have led the soul
along the road of Gods will to sanctity.
The soul should have prayed ardently and at greater length for a director and should have
asked the Lord himself to choose a spiritual director for it. What begins in God will be
godly, and what begins in a purely human manner will remain human. God is so merciful
that, in order to help a soul He himself chooses the spiritual guide and will enlighten
the soul concerning the one before whom it should uncover the most hidden depths of its
soul just as it sees itself before the Lord Jesus himself. And when the soul considers and
recognizes that God has been arranging all this, it should pray fervently for the
confessor that he might have the divine light to know it well. And let it not change such
a director except for a serious reason. Just as it had prayed fervently and at great
length in order to learn Gods will before choosing a director, so too should it pray
fervently and at great length to discern whether it is truly Gods will that he leave
this director and choose another. If Gods will is not absolutely clear, he should
not make this change, for a person will not go far by himself, and satan wants just this:
to have the person who is aspiring for sanctity direct himself because then, without
doubt, he will never attain it.
There is an exception to this, and that is when God himself directs the person, but the
director will immediately recognize that the person in question is being guided by God
himself. God will allow him to know this clearly and distinctly, and such a person should
be even more under the directors control than anyone else. In this case, the
director does not so much guide and point out the road along which the soul is to journey;
but rather, he judges and confirms that the soul is following the right path and is being
led by a good spirit.
In this situation, the director should be not only holy, but also experienced and prudent,
and the soul should give priority to his opinion over that of God himself, for then the
soul will be safe from illusions and deviations. A soul that will not fully submit its
inspirations to he strict control of the Church; that is, to the director, clearly shows
by this that a bad spirit is guiding it. The director should be extremely prudent in such
cases and test the souls obedience. Satan can even clothe himself in a cloak of
humility, but he does not know how to wear the cloak of obedience and thus his evil
designs will be disclosed. But the director should not be overly afraid of such a soul,
because of God puts that special soul in his care, He will also give him great divine
light regarding it, for otherwise who could he deal wisely with the great mysteries which
take place between the soul and God.
I myself suffered a great deal and was much tried in this respect. Therefore, I am writing
only about what I myself have experienced. It was only after many novenas, prayers and
penances that God sent me a priest who understood my soul. Oh, there would be many more
saintly souls if there were more experienced and saintly confessors. Many a soul,
earnestly striving for sanctity, cannot manage by itself during times of trial and
abandons the road to perfection.
O Jesus, give us fervent and holy priests! Oh how great is the dignity of the priest, but
at the same time, how great is his responsibility! Much has been given you, O priest, but
much will also be demanded of you

February 11, 1937. Today is Friday. During Mass, I suffered pain in my body: in my hands,
my feet and my side. Jesus is sending me this kind of suffering that I may make reparation
for sinners. The pain is brief, but very severe. I do not suffer for more than a couple of
minutes, but the impression remains for a long time and is very vivid.
Today, I felt such desolation in my soul that I do not know how to explain it even to
myself. I would like to hide from people and cry endlessly. No one understands a heart
wounded by love, and when such a heart feels itself abandoned interiorly, no one can
comfort it. O souls of sinners, you have taken the Lord away from me, but all right, all
right; you get to know how sweet the Lord is, and let the whole sea of bitterness flood my
heart. I have given al my divine comforts to you.
There are moments when I mistrust myself, when I feel my own weakness and wretchedness in
the most profound depths of my own being, and I have noticed that I can endure such
moments only by trusting in the infinite mercy of God. Patience, prayer and silence
these are what give strength to the soul. There are moments when one should be silent, and
when it would be inappropriate to talk with creatures; these are the moments when one is
dissatisfied with oneself, and when the soul feels as weak as a little child. Then the
soul clings to God with all its might. At such times, I live solely by faith, and when I
feel strengthened by Gods grace, than I am more courageous in speaking and
communicating with my neighbors.
In the evening, the Lord said to me, My child, rest on My Heart; I see that you have
worked hard in My vineyard. And my soul was flooded with joy.
February 12, 1937. Today, the presence of God is piercing me through and through, like a
ray from the sun. My soul is longing for God so intensely that I fall into a swoon every
now and then. I feel eternal love touching my heart, and my littleness cannot bear it, and
this causes me to swoon. Still, my interior strength is great, and my soul wants to match
the love with which it is loved. The soul at such moments has a very deep knowledge of
God, and the more it comes tot know Him, the purer and more fervent doest its love for Him
become. How unfathomable are the mysteries of the soul and God!
Sometimes there are whole hours when my soul is lost in wonder at seeing the infinite
majesty of God abasing itself to the level of my soul. Unending is my interior
astonishment that the Most High Lord is pleased in me and tells me so Himself. And I
immerse myself even deeper in my nothingness, because I know what I am of myself. Still I
must say that I, in return, love my Creator to folly with every beat of my heart and with
every nerve; my soul unconsciously drowns
in Him. I felt that nothing will separate
me from the Lord, neither heaven nor earth, neither the present nor the future. Everything
may change, but love never, never; it is always the same. He, the Immortal Mighty One,
makes His will known to me that I may love Him very specially, and He himself makes my
soul capable of the kind of love with which he wants me to love Him. I bury myself more
and more in Him, and I fear nothing.
Love has overtaken my whole heart, and even if I were to be told of Gods justice and
of how even the pure spirits tremble and cover their faces before him, saying endlessly,
Holy, which would seem to suggest that my familiarity with God would be to the
detriment of His honor and majesty, I would reply, O no, no, and once again
no! in pure love, there is room for everything: the highest praise and the deepest
adoration, yet the soul is immersed in Him in deepest peace through love, and the words of
people, speaking from the exterior, have no effect upon that soul. What they tell the soul
about God is but a pale shadow in comparison to its won experience of Him; and it is often
surprised how other people can be struck with admiration at what someone else says about
God when, for this soul, it is nothing special, as it knows that what can be put into
words is not yet that great. So this soul listens to everything with respect, but has its
own special life in God.
February 13, 1937. Today, during the Passion Service, I saw Jesus being tortured and
crowned with thorns and holding a reed in His hand. Jesus was silent as the soldiers were
bustling about, vying with each other in torturing Him. Jesus said nothing, but just
looked at me, and in that gaze I felt His pain, so terrible that we have not the faintest
idea of how much He suffered for us before He was crucified. My soul was filled with pain
and longing; in my soul, I felt great hatred of sin, and even the smallest infidelity on
my part seemed to me like a huge mountain for which I must expiate by mortification and
penance. When I see Jesus tormented, my heart is torn to pieces, and I think: what will
become of sinners if they do not take advantage of the Passion of Jesus? In His Passion, I
see a whole sea of mercy.

J.M.J. February 12, 1937.
The love of God is the flower Mercy the fruit.
Let the doubting soul read these considerations on Divine Mercy and become trusting.
Divine Mercy, gushing forth from the bosom of the Father, I trust in you.
Divine Mercy, greatest attribute of God, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, incomprehensible mystery, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, fount gushing forth from the mystery of the Most Blessed Trinity, I trust in
You.
Divine Mercy, unfathomed by any intellect, human or angelic, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, from which wells forth all life and happiness, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, better than the heavens, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, source of miracles and wonders, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, descending to earth in the Person of the Incarnate Word, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, which glowed out from the open wound of the Heart of Jesus, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, enclosed in the Heart of Jesus for us, and especially for sinners, I trust
in You.
Divine Mercy, unfathomed in the institution of the Sacred Host, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, in the founding of Holy Church, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, in the Sacrament of Holy Baptism, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, in our justification through Jesus Christ, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, accompanying us through our whole life, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, embracing us especially at the hour of death, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, endowing us with immortal life, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, accompanying us every moment of our life, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, shielding us from the fire of hell, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, in the conversion of hardened sinners, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, astonishment for Angels, incomprehensible to Saints, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, unfathomed in all the mysteries of God, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, lifting us out of every misery, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, source of our happiness and joy, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, in calling us forth from nothingness to existence, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, embracing all the works of His hands, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, crown of all of Gods handiwork, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, in which we are all immersed, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, sweet relief for anguished hearts, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, only hope of despairing souls, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, repose of hearts, peace amidst fear, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, delight and ecstasy of holy souls, I trust in You.
Divine Mercy, inspiring hope against all hope, I trust in You.
Eternal God, in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion inexhaustible, look
kindly upon us and increase Your Mercy in us, that in difficult moments we might not
despair nor become despondent, but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your holy
will, which is love and Mercy itself.
O incomprehensible and limitless Mercy Divine, to extol and adore You worthily, who can?
Supreme attribute of Almighty God,
You are the sweet hope for sinful man.
Into one hymn yourselves unite, stars, earth and sea, and in one accord, thankfully and
fervently sing of the incomprehensible Divine Mercy.
My Jesus, you see that your holy will is everything to me. It makes no difference to me
what you do with me. You command me to set to work, and I begin calmly, although I know
that I am incapable of it; through your representatives, you order me to wait so I
wait patiently; you will fill my soul with enthusiasm but you do not make it
possible for me to act; you attract me to yourself in heaven and you leave me in
this world; you pour into my soul a great yearning for yourself and you hide
yourself from me. I am dying of the desire to be united with Your forever, and you do not
let death come near me. O will of God, you are the nourishment and delight of my soul.
When I submit to the holy will of my God, a deep peace floods my soul.
O my Jesus, you do not give a reared for the successful performance of a work, but for the
good will and the labor undertaken. Therefore, I am completely at peace, even if all my
undertakings and efforts should be thwarted or should come to naught. If I do all that is
in my power, the rest is not my business. And therefore the greatest storms do not disturb
the depths of my peace; the will of God dwells in my conscience.

February 15, 1937. Today my suffering increased somewhat: I not only feel greater pain all
through my lungs, but also some strange pains in my intestines. I am suffering as much as
my weak nature can bear, all for immortal souls, to plead the mercy of God for poor
sinners and to beg for strength for priests. Oh, how much reverence I have for priests;
and I am asking Jesus, the High Priest, to grant them many graces.
Today after Holy Communion, the Lord told me, My daughter, My delight is to unite myself
with you. It is when you submit yourself to My will that you give Me the greatest glory
and draw down upon yourself a sea of blessings. I would not take such special delight in
you if you were not living by my will. O my sweet Guest, I am prepared for all sacrifices
for Your sake, but you know that I am weakness itself. Nevertheless, with you I can do all
things. O my Jesus, I beseech you, be with me at each instant.
February 15, 1937. Today, I heard these words in my soul: Host Pleasing to My Father,
know, My daughter, that the entire Holy Trinity finds its special delight in you, because
you live exclusively by the will of God. No sacrifice can compare with this.
After these words, the knowledge of Gods will came to me; that is to say, I now see
everything from a higher point of view and accept all events and things, pleasant and
unpleasant, with love, as tokens of the heavenly Fathers special affection.
The pure offering of my will will burn on the altar of love. That my sacrifice may be
perfect, I unite myself closely with the sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross. When great
sufferings will cause my nature to tremble, and my physical and spiritual strength will
diminish, when will I hide myself deep in the open wound of the Heart of Jesus, silent as
a dove, without complaint. Let all my desires, even the holiest, noblest and most
beautiful, take always the last place and Your Holy will, the very first. The least of
Your desires, O Lord, is more precious to me than heaven, with all its treasures. I know
very well that people will not understand me; that is why my sacrifice will be purer in
Your eyes.
Some days ago, a certain person came to me and asked me to pray for her intention, as she
had some urgent and important business. All of a sudden, I felt in my soul that this
matter was not pleasing to God, and I replied that I would not pray for this intention,
but I will pray for you, in general. A few days later, this lady came back to
me and thanked me for not having prayed for her intention, but rather for her, because she
had been motivated by a spirit of revenge toward a certain person to whom she owed respect
and veneration in virtue of the fourth commandment. The Lord Jesus had changed her
interior disposition, and she herself acknowledged her guilt; but was, however, surprised
that I had penetrated her secret.
Today I received a letter from Father Sopocko, who sent me greetings for my feast day
[February 15]. His greetings gave me joy, but his poor health made me sad. I had known
about this by interior intuition, but had not quite believed it. But it seems to me that
if he himself wrote that this was so, then the other things about which he did not write
are also true, and my interior knowledge has not deceived me. He requested me to underline
all that I know does not come from me; that is to say, all that Jesus tells me to do this
several times, but I did not have the time and, to tell the truth, I was in no hurry to do
so. But how does he know that I have not done this? I was very surprised; but now I am
setting about this work with all my heart. O my Jesus, your representatives will is
clearly Your holy will, without a shadow of a doubt.

February 16, 1937. Today I entered a neighboring room by mistake and so, for a while, I
talked with the person who was there. When I returned to my own room, I thought about that
person for a few moments. Then suddenly, Jesus stood by my side and said, My daughter,
what are you thinking about right now? Without thinking, I snuggled close to His Heart,
because I realized that I had been thinking too much about creatures.
This morning after completing my spiritual exercises, I began at once to crochet. I sensed
a stillness in my heart; I sensed that Jesus was resting in it. That deep and sweet
consciousness of Gods presence prompted me to say to the Lord, O Most Holy
Trinity dwelling in my heart, I beg You: grant the grace of conversion to as many souls as
the number of stitches that I will make today with this crochet hook. Then I heard
these words in my soul: My daughter, too great are your demands. Jesus, You know
that for You it is easier to grant much rather than a little. That is so; it is less
difficult for Me to grant a soul much rather than a little, but every conversion of a
sinful soul demands a sacrifice. well, Jesus, I offer You this whole hearted work of
mine; this offering does not seem to me to be too small for such a large number of souls;
You know, Jesus, that for thirty years You were saving souls by just this kind of work.
And since holy obedience forbids me to perform great penances and mortifications,
therefore I ask You, Lord: accept these mere nothings stamped with the seal of obedience
as great things. Then I heard a voice in my soul: My dear daughter, I comply with
your request.
I often see a certain person dear to God. The Lord has great love for him, not only
because he is striving to spread the veneration of Gods mercy, but also because of
the love he has for the Lord God, although he does not always feel this love in his own
heart and is almost always in Gethsemane. However, this person is always pleasing to God,
and his great patience will overcome all difficulties.
Oh, if only the suffering soul knew how it is loved by God, it would die of joy and excess
of happiness! Some day, we will know the value of suffering, but then we will no longer be
able to suffer. The present moment is ours.
February 17, 1937. This morning during Holy Mass, I saw the suffering Jesus. His Passion
was imprinted on my body in an invisible manner, but no less painful.
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. If they will not adore My
Mercy, they will perish for all eternity. Secretary of My mercy, write, tell souls about
this great mercy of mine, because the awful day, the day of my justice is near.
Today, I heard in my soul these words: My daughter, it is time for you to take action; I
am with you. Great persecutions and sufferings are in store for you, but be comforted by
the thought that many souls will be saved and sanctified by this work.

When I set out to work at underlining the Lords words and thus was going through
everything in sequence, I reached the page where I had marked down Father Andraszs
advice and directions. I did not know what to do, to underline or not to underline, and
then I heard these words in my soul: Underline, because these words are Mine; I have
borrowed the lips of the friend of My Heart in order to speak to you and reassure you. You
are to observe these directions until your death. It would not please Me at all if you
were to disobey these directions. Know that it is I who have placed him between myself and
your soul. I am doing this to set you at peace and so that you may not err.
Since I have placed you in this priests special care, you are thus exempted from
giving a detailed account to your superiors concerning My relationship with you. In all
other matters, be as a child with your superiors, but whatever I do in the depths of your
soul is to be told, with all frankness, only to the priests. And I have noticed that, from
the time God gave me a spiritual director, he has not required me to report everything to
the superiors, as was the case before, but only that which concerns external matters;
apart from this, only the director knows my soul. To have a spiritual director is a
special grace of God. Oh, how few have received it! The soul remains in constant peace
amidst the greatest difficulties. Every day after Holy Communion, I thank the Lord Jesus
for this grace, and every day I ask the Holy Spirit to enlighten him. I have truly
experienced in my soul what power the directors words have. Blessed be Gods
mercy for this grace!
Today, I went to meditate before the Blessed Sacrament in the sanatorium chapel. When I
approached the altar, Gods presence pervaded my soul, I was lunged into the ocean of
His divinity, and Jesus said to me, My daughter, all that exists is yours. I answered the
Lord, My heart wants nothing but You alone, O treasure of my heart. For all the
gifts you give me, thank you, O Lord, but I desire only Your Heart. Though the heavens are
immense, they are nothing to me without You. You know very well, O Jesus, that I am
constantly swooning because of my longing for You. Know this, My daughter, that you
are already tasting now what other souls will obtain only in eternity.
And all of a sudden, my soul was flooded with the light of the knowledge of God. Oh, would
that I could express even a little of what my soul experiences when resting near the Heart
of the incomprehensible Majesty! I cannot put it into words. Only a soul who has
experienced such a grace at least once in his life, will recognize it. When I returned to
my room it seemed to me that I was coming from real life to death. When the doctor came to
take my pulse, he was surprised: sister, what happened? You have never had a pulse
like this! I would like to know what has speeded it up so much. What could I tell
him, when I myself did not know that my pulse was so rapid. I only know that I am dying of
yearning for God, but this I did not tell him, for how can medicine help in this instance?

February 19, 1937. Contact with the dying. They ask me for prayer, and I can pray, as the
Lord grants me an extraordinary spirit of prayer. I am constantly united with Him, and I
am fully aware that I love for souls in order to bring them to Your mercy, O Lord. In this
matter, no sacrifice is too insignificant.
Today, the doctor decided that I am to stay here until April. It is Gods will, even
though I did want to be back in the company of my sisters.
I learned today about the death of one of our sisters who died in Plock, but she visited
me even before they told me about her death.
February 22, 1937. Today, there began in our chapel a retreat for the hospital attendants,
although anyone who wishes may take part in it. There is one conference a day. Father
Bonaventure speaks for a whole hour, and he speaks directly to souls. I took part in this
retreat, as I very much desire to know God more deeply and to love Him more ardently, for
I have understood that the greater the knowledge, the stronger the love.
Today I heard these words: pray for souls that they be not afraid to approach the tribunal
of my mercy. Do not grow weary of praying for sinners. You know what a burden their souls
are to My Heart. Relieve My deathly sorrow; dispense My Mercy.
February 24, 1937. Today during Holy Mass, I saw the dying Jesus. The sufferings of the
Lord pierced my soul and body in an invisible manner. The pain is enormous, though it
lasts a very short time.
During the singing of the Lenten Lamentations, I am so taken up with His Passion that I
cannot withhold my tears. I would like to hide somewhere in order to give myself freely to
the sorrow which flows from the consideration of His Passion.
When I was praying for the intention of Father Andrasz, I learned how very pleasing he is
to God. Since then, I have had even greater respect for him, as for a saint. This has
given me great joy, and I thank God fervently for it.
Today at Benediction, I saw Jesus, and He spoke these words to me: be obedient to your
director in everything; his word is My will. Be certain in the depths of your soul that it
is I who am speaking through his lips, and I desire that you reveal the state of your soul
to him with the same simplicity and candor as you have with Me. I say it again, my
daughter, know that his word is My will for you.
Today, I saw the Lord in great beauty, and He said to me, My loving host, pray for
priests, especially during this time of harvest. My Heart is pleased with you, and for
your sake I am blessing the earth.
I understood that these two years of interior suffering which I have undergone in
submission to Gods will in order to know it better have advanced me further in
perfection than the previous ten years. For two years now, I have been on the cross
between heaven and earth. That is to say, I am bound by the vow of obedience and must obey
the superior as God himself. And on the other hand, God makes His will known to me
directly, and so my inner torture is so great that no one will either understand or
imagine these spiritual sufferings. It seems to me that it would be easier to give up my
life than to go again and again through one hour of such pain. I am not even going to
write much about this matter, because one cannot describe what it is like to know
Gods will directly and at the same time to be perfectly obedient to the divine will
as expressed indirectly through the superiors. Thanks be to God that He has given me a
director; otherwise, I would not have advanced one single step.
I recently received a lovely letter from my dear seventeen year old sister Wanda. She is
begging and entreating me to help her enter the convent. She is ready for any sacrifices
for God. I can tell from her letter that the Lord himself is guiding her, and I rejoice in
Gods great mercy.
Today, the majesty of God enveloped and transpierced my soul to its very depths. The
greatness of God is pervading my being and flooding me so that I am completely drowning in
His greatness. I am dissolving and disappearing entirely in Him as in my life-source, as
in perfect life.
My Jesus, I understand well that my perfection consists not in the fact that You command
me to carry out these great works of Yours Oh no! The souls greatness
does not consist in this, but in great love for You. O Jesus, in the depths of my soul I
understand that the greatest achievements cannot compare with one act of pure love for
You. I desire to be faithful to You and to do Your bidding. I am making use of my strength
and my reason to carry out all You are asking of me, O Lord, but I have not the least
shadow of attachment to all this. I do it all because such is Your will. All my love is
drowned, not in Your works, but in Your yourself, O my Creator and Lord!

February 25, 1937. I prayed earnestly for a happy death on behalf of a certain soul who
was suffering much. For two weeks, she had remained between life and death. I was touched
with pity for her and said to the Lord, Sweet Jesus, if the works I am undertaking
for Your glory are pleasing to You, then please take her to Yourself and let her rest in
Your Mercy. I was strangely reassured; and, after a short while, they came to tell
me that the person who had been suffering so much had just died.
I saw a certain priest [probably Father Sopocko] in need and prayed for him until Jesus
looked upon him with kindness and granted him His strength.
Today, I came to know that a member of my family is offending God and is in great peril of
death. This knowledge pierced my soul with such great pain that I thought I would not
survive that offense against God. I begged Gods pardon, but I saw His great anger.
I was praying for a certain priest [probably Father Sopocko] asking God to help him in
certain matters when I suddenly saw Jesus crucified. His eyes were closed, and He was
immersed in torture. I worshipped His five wounds, each one separately, and asked His
blessing for him. Jesus gave me to know interiorly how dear that soul was to Him, and I
felt that grace was flowing from Jesus wounds upon that soul who, like Jesus, is
also stretched upon the cross.
My Lord and my God, you know that it is you alone whom my soul has come to love. My soul
is entirely drowned in You, O Lord. Even if I did not accomplish any of the things that
you have made known to me, O Lord, I would be completely at peace because I would have
done what you said.
I know well, O Lord, that you have no need of our works; you demand love. Love, love and
once again love of God there is nothing greater in heaven or on earth. The greatest
greatness is to love God; true greatness is in loving God; real wisdom is to love God. All
that is great and beautiful is in God; there is no beauty or greatness outside of Him. O
you sages of the world and you great minds, recognize that true greatness is in loving
God! Oh, how astonished I am that some people deceive themselves, saying: there is no
eternity!
February 26, 1937. Today, I saw how the Holy mysteries were being celebrated without
liturgical vestments and in private homes, because of a passing storm; and I saw the sun
come out from the Blessed Sacrament, and all other lights went out, or rather, they were
dimmed, and all the people were looking toward this One light. But at the present time I
do not understand the meaning of this vision.
I am going forward through life amidst rainbows and storms, but with my head held high
with pride, for I am a royal child. I feel that the blood of Jesus is circulating in my
veins, and I have put my trust in the great mercy of the Lord.
I asked the Lord to have a certain person come to visit me today so that I could see her
one more time, and that would be a sign for me that she was being called to the convent
which Jesus is having me establish. And, O wonder, the person in question came, and I
tried to form her a bit, spiritually. I began to show her the way of self-denial and
sacrifice, which she readily accepted. However, I have placed this whole matter in the
hands of the Lord, that He may direct everything according to His good pleasure.
Today, when I heard the hymn, Good night, Holy Head of My Jesus, on the radio,
my spirit was suddenly drowned in God, and divine love flooded my soul; I dwelt for a
moment with the heavenly Father.
Although it is not easy to live in constant agony, to be nailed to the cross of various
pains, still, I am inflamed with love by loving, and like a Seraph I love God, though I am
but weakness. Oh, great is the soul that, midst suffering, stands faithfully by God and
does His will and remains uncomforted midst great rainbows and storms, for Gods pure
love sweetens her fate.
It is not great thing to love God in prosperity and to thank Him when all goes well, but
rather to adore Him midst great adversities and love Him for His own sake and place
ones hope in Him.
When the soul is in the shadows of Gethsemane, all alone in the bitterness of pain, it
ascends toward the heights of Jesus, and though ever drinking bitterness- it is not sad.
When the soul does the will of the Most High God, even amidst constant pain and torments,
having pressed its lips to the chalice proffered, it becomes mighty, and nothing will
daunt it.
Though tortured, it repeats: Your will be done, patiently awaiting the moment of its
transfiguration, for, though in deepest darkness, it hears the voice of Jesus: you are
Mine, and this it will know fully when the veil falls.

February 28, 1937. Today, I was undergoing the Passion of Jesus for a longer time, and
thus I saw that many souls were in need of prayer. I feel that I am being completely
transformed into prayer in order to beg Gods mercy for every soul. O My Jesus, I am
receiving You into my heart as a pledge of mercy for souls.
This evening, when I heard the hymn, good night, Holy Head of Jesus, on the
radio, my spirit was suddenly swept away to Gods mysterious bosom, and I knew in
what the greatness of a soul consists and what matters to God: love, love and once again,
love. And I understood how all that exist is saturated with God, and such a love of God
inundated my soul that I am at a loss to describe it. Happy is the soul that knows how to
love unreservedly, for in this lies its greatness.
Today, I took part in a one day retreat. When I was at the last conference, the priest was
speaking of how much the world needs Gods mercy, and that this seems to be a special
time when people have a great need of prayer and Gods mercy. Then I heard a voice in
my soul: these words are for you. Do all you possibly can for this work of My mercy. I
desire that My mercy be worshipped, and I am giving mankind the last hope of salvation;
that is, recourse to My mercy. My Heart rejoices in this feast. After these words, I
understood that nothing can dispense me from the obligation which the Lord demands of me.
Last night I was in such pain that I thought it was the end. The doctors could not
diagnose what the sickness was. I felt as if my entrails had been torn to shreds, but
after a few hours of such sufferings I am all right. Al this is for sinners. Let Your
mercy descend upon them, O Lord.
In the terrible desert of life,
O my sweetest Jesus,
Protect souls from disaster,
For You are the Fountain of Mercy.
Let the resplendence of Your rays,
O sweet Commander of our souls,
Let mercy change the world.
And you who have received this grace, serve Jesus.
Steep is the great highway I must travel,
But I fear nothing,
For the pure fount of mercy is flowing for my sake,
And, with it, strength for the humble soul.
I am exhausted and worn out,
But my conscience bears me witness
That I do all for the greater glory of the Lord,
The Lord who is my repose and my heritage.
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