O Divine Providence, O Divine Providence! Nothing is more loveable nor adorable than you, who like a mother feeds the birds of the air and the flowers of the fields: the rich and the poor! You open the way to God and fulfil God’s great plans in the world!
All our trust is in you, O holy Providence of the Lord, because you love us much more than we love ourselves! No, with divine help, I no longer wish to investigate you; No, I no longer want to tie your hands; No, I no longer want to cripple you; I only want to abandon myself completely into your arms, calm and peaceful. Make me take you as you are, with the simplicity of a child, with that generous Faith that sees no limits! ‘Faith, Faith like that...’ like that of Blessed Cottolengo who found light everywhere, and saw God in all and for all!
Divine Providence! Divine Providence! Give me, your poor servant and cobbler, and those souls who pray and work silently, sacrificing their lives among the poor, and give to our dear benefactors that largeness of heart and of charity, that does not measure good by the meter, nor by human calculation: that charity which is sweet and gentle, which does everything for everyone: which places its happiness in doing every good to others in silence: that charity which builds up and unites in Jesus Christ, with simplicity and candour.
O Holy Divine Providence! The inspirer and mother of that charity which is the motto of Christ and of His disciples: animate, comfort and fully reward in Heaven and on earth those who, in the name of God, act as father, mother, brother or sister to the unhappy ones.
From a page of 20/6/1927,
In the name of Divine Providence, 71-72.