But when My Love saw itself alone, abandoned by the majority of creatures, I , was delirious and distraught. Moreover My Love, not finding to whom to give itself, concentrated itself in Me, drowning Me and giving Me such pains that, before them all, other pains appeared to Me as relief and consolation. Love, next to another love, is happy, even if it would be a small love, because it finds to whom to give itself, in whom to be believed, to whom to be able to give life with its own love. But love next to whom does not love it, next to whom despises it, to whom does not care for it, is very unhappy. This is because it does not find the way to communicate itself and give its life.
Isolation makes everything unhappy and sterile.
Hence those few who keep Me company form My consolation and My happiness. Acquiring from It the Divine Life. That is to say, if she prays in My Will, remaining confirmed in My Will, she receives the life of prayer in a way that she will no longer have the need to strive to pray. Rather, she will feel in herself the spontaneous disposition to pray. Consequently, if she suffers in My Will or if she works in My Will, she will feel in herself the life of patience, the life of working devoutly.