Mary, the Mother of God spoke to the bride of Christ and said: "My daughter, consider the suffering of my Son, for His limbs were like my own limbs and His heart like my own heart. For just as other children use to be carried in the womb of their mother, so was He in me. But he was conceived through the burning charity of God's love. Others, however are conceived through the lust of the flesh.
Thus, John the evangelist, his cousin, rightly says: 'The Word was made flesh.' He came through love and was in me. The Word and love created Him in me. He was truly for me like my own heart. For when I gave birth to Him, I felt as though half my heart was born and went out of me. And when He endured suffering, it felt like my own heart was suffering. Just as when something is half inside and half outside - the half outside feels pain and suffering, but the inside also feels a similar pain - so it was for me when my Son was scourged and wounded; it was as if my own heart was scourged and wounded.
I was also the one closest to Him at his suffering and I was never separated from Him. I stood very near His cross, and just like that which is closest to the heart stings the worst, so His pain was heavier and worse for me than for others. When He looked at me from the cross and I saw Him, then tears flowed from my eyes like blood from veins. And when He saw me so stricken with pain and overwhelming sorrow, He felt such a sorrow over my pain that all the pain of His Own wounds became as subsided and dead for the sake of the pain He saw in me.
I can therefore boldly say that His pain was my pain since His heart was my heart. For just as Adam and Eve sold the world for an apple, so my Son and I bought back the world as with one heart. Consider therefore, my daughter, how I was at the death of my Son, and it will not be hard for you to give up the world and her cares."
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Revelations and Prophesies Imparted to St. Bridget of Sweden - Book One: Chapter Thirty-five