Our Lord gave me His Mother as my Mother! Here is the solution! I feel that because I am so ordinary, so weak, so wicked, She is particularly touched with pity. And while I measure the depth of my wounds, She smiles at me and as if to say: “My child, it is true. But my goodness is much greater than your wickedness! I rise above it, I embrace you, I love you, I bring you close to me.”
