I see the loving, striving, not the defects. I see the conquest of your particular battle. I count it victory, a glad victory.
I do not compare it with the strenuous campaigns of My great Saints.
For you it is victory, and the angels rejoice, and your dear ones rejoice, as much as at any conquest noted, and rejoiced over, by Heaven.
My children, count the days of conquest as very blessed days.
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