There is a story being woven here, from yesterday to today. How well do you hear Me, little ones? You wonder if I hear you, but do you hear Me? My gentle nudges? My little signs, My little glimmers to the depths of your hearts? When I repeat Myself, do you listen? Do you consider how I am speaking to YOU?

I would come in to mold you. But you must invite Me. You must welcome Me, and then, you must allow Me. I come to change your heart. I knock upon your door with My Word. Will you let Me enter? Will you let Me stay? Will you let Me make this house look as it should.....in My Order, not yours? Will you let Me clean the cobwebs of your mind.....those weavings you have permitted which have led you astray from Me?

Will you go when I say.....Go? Will you stay when I say.....Stay? Will you heed My Word and Its urging for YOU? Or will you continue to search and not be found? O gentle child.....I am calling to YOU! Will you pretend, any longer, that I am not speaking to you? Shall I shake you? Shall I rattle you? O.....How I stay My Own Hand! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Let My Mercy fill your heart! ....That My Justice will fill your heart. That My Rod will not be felt. Because you have already changed.....repented.....been healed. In Me. In My Heart. In your own. In the Moment I provide to you now.