When all history ends with its final culmination, there is only one question, “O reader, will you be with me, forever?” Mankind thinks of the millions of people, but as a Mother, I think only of you. I want you to be with me forever. I want to share the joys of heaven with you. I want to be your mother and have you as my son or daughter.

You are mine. Yes, my child, I gave birth to you in the pain of the cross when I offered Jesus to the Father and accepted the beloved disciple. “Woman, behold your son”, Jesus said. At that moment, I saw you and became your mother.

Nothing else is important. The joys and the sufferings of earth pass away. History culminates. Jesus returns. All gather. The Book of Life is opened. I have written your name in this book. I have written it in large and prominent letters. You are precious to me. I cherish you. I want to hold you forever and ever in my Immaculate Heart. I want no one to steal you from me. That is why I speak each day. For you! Blessed is that person who cherishes my words.