Rome, Basilica of the Cross. As I prayed before the relics of the wood, nails, and thorns.

My daughter, I allowed them to penetrate My head with thorns so that you could visibly see with your eyes the thorns that penetrated My Sacred Heart from the moment of My Incarnation. The thorns of pride and impurity of mind wounded My most sensitive Heart immensely.

My daughter, I allowed My hands to be pierced with nails so that the hands of My priests would have the power to heal and anoint all My children. It is from this hole in My hands that flows the healing light of My Holy Spirit through the hands of My priests. This most painful piercing provided the means for My priests to consecrate Me during the sacrifice of the Mass.

My daughter, it is My Mother who first approached Me and kissed My pierced feet. This act of humility and love was to show mankind how to approach Me at the foot of the Cross. It is the blood from My precious feet that has the power to anoint your lips with the power of My Word. They are few, My daughter, who approach me at the foot of the Cross to kiss My wounded feet. Blessed are they who follow My Mother in humility.