“I greet you, Mary. Greet Jesus for me.”
Dear children, these few words are enough for that your Mother obtain from her Child all the graces you need. I ask you today, before that cradle where the angels praise Jesus, pray with words that are simple but that come from the depth of your heart.
My children, I am there, in truer and more fertile poverty and humility. Make yourselves small, praise and adore that Jesus, Son of God, who with an infinite love deigned to come in your midst.
Humility is that gift that makes each heart great. Pride will never bring you to fulfilling my works, and your life will slide each day into more total sterility.
The magi have offered me their gifts, but I have come to you to fill your hearts, to give you every sort of grace that can enrich your pilgrimage on the earth. Pray and make others pray. Prayer is the gift that pleases Me the most.
Carry about, in this world corrupted by sin, my Word, which is Way, Truth, and Life. Only my love can save you, only my grace will lighten your load and enable you to carry the daily cross in the light and certainty that your Jesus is walking with you.
May my coming among you be for you a hope for meriting eternal life. Remember that one does not live on bread alone, but on every word that issues from my mouth.
Feed yourselves on my Word and on my Body and Blood, and you will have nothing to fear. The clouds that are on the horizon will pass without leaving a trace on my most obedient children.
In the Light of that poor cradle, I bless you.
The Child Jesus, Son of God