Messages From on High - "I am the Way to a True Life in Me"
Message 1397
Title: "It does not matter when you enter the field to begin your labour.....what matters is your "yes".....your willingness to follow My Lead."
(Notebook 62, pp. 84--86)
Live + Jesus
Wednesday, October 18, 2000 ~ St. Luke
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
[The Lord speaks.....]
My Hand is upon those who would work for Me. My Hand is upon those who have yet responded to Me. My Hand is upon those who are actively engaged for Me. Yet.....be careful of the path you trod, for free will can still lead you astray.
My Glory is realized when you lift your hearts, minds, souls to Me, and when you allow Me to accomplish My Will within you. For My Will to be done, you must be willing with your own. To follow Me is to abandon self. To abandon self is to give the Glory to Me. To retain self in service to Me is to confuse the issue. It is about the taming of flesh, not the restriction of Spirit, My Own.
If you are to serve Me, then it is in bowed Reverence to Me that you serve. If you are noticed, then point the way to Me. Defer all things to ME. The Work is Mine. You are the tool I choose. Yet....your "yes" gives Me permission to act.....Such is the nature, the very depth of our relationship. It does not matter when you enter the field to begin your labour.....what matters is your "yes".....your willingness to follow My Lead. .....Yes, I speak to hearts.....That hearts would serve Me well.
DO heed My urges to your soul, little ones. I am calling. If you hear, please follow. If you have not fully heard.....wait and pray and hope in the Lord. My Word goes forth when It will to accomplish Its Intention. Be receptive, and wait upon the Lord your God!
Where shall we journey? First, in your heart. Always in your heart. For to serve others well, your heart must become pure, purer still. You are not exempt from growth.....But if you are to work for Me, you must become an EXAMPLE of growth.
This is the Word of the Lord. I am speaking to your heart. Come, follow Me. Now....for [if] later.....we will have wasted precious time. My Grace prepares you. "Yes" is a word of trust. Whisper "yes" through the heart of My Mother. She knows the way to My Own. I call you forth: notice My Words. I call you forth. In Me. Now. And forever. Amen. +
(2 Tm. 4:9-17; Ps. 145:10-13, 17-18; Lk. 10:1-9)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah
[As the Message was completed, in my heart I understood that I should include here, the prayer, "Stabat Mater".....]
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had pass'd.
Oh, how sad and sore distress'd
Was that Mother highly blest
Of the sole-begotten One !
Christ above in torment hangs;
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
Whelm'd in miseries so deep
Christ's dear Mother to behold ?
Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother's pain untold?
Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd,
She beheld her tender child
All with bloody scourges rent.
For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above;
Make my heart with thine accord.
Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ our Lord.
Holy Mother! pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.
Let me share with thee His pain,
Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
Mourning Him who mourn'd for me,
All the days that I may live.
By the cross with thee to stay,
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of thee to give.
Virgin of all virgins best,
Listen to my fond request
Let me share thy grief divine.
Let me, to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.
Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd
In His very blood away.
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awful Judgment day.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defense,
Be Thy cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee.
Amen.