My Cup Tastes Bitter

March 5, 1990

peace be with you; hear Me, I am the Most High who favoured you, pray;

(I prayed.)

remember, Vassula, you are clay and I am able to mould you into anything I want to; daughter, allow Me to mould you every Tuesday and Friday into a copy of Myself, giving you My agonies of My Passion; My Cup tastes bitter but will you share It with Me? tell Me, My child, will you undergo My Passion like I please?

Yes Lord, as You please.

My Grace is upon you, I shall shape you into a little crucifix; My Body is covered with unmerciful marks given to Me by those whom I love most; will you share the marks of My Body?

Yes, my Lord, as you want.

the Love I have for you is unmeasurable; come;