My Lord, it is Saturday. Usually I sleep until 6. Yet, Lord You have awakened me now at
4:34 a.m. Why, Lord, I wonder, have I always been so precise with those times, save that I
don’t EVER want to forget every way You would have with me! (Lord, I would put two
hearts here. Lord, there are no hearts on the keyboard)
Certain concessions, child.
O, Jesus! No little hearts. No pen. Lord, if you want me to do this, help me to
concentrate—yes, Lord, my earplugs so I don’t hear the keys—I shall go
fetch them!....And now, my Lord, I need You, O Most Holy Spirit to enliven these sleeping
fingers. Let them know, O Most Holy Spirit, just where the keys are! Thank You, my Lord
and my God! I shall accept however this goes. It is Your Will, not mine. I bow before you,
O Most High God. You are the King of Creation. Create in me, O Lord, a new heart...that I
may learn over and over that You, O God, are God, and I am not. O, Most Sacred Heart of
Jesus, I place myself into Your Most Precious Holy Blood. Anoint me, O Lord. And yes, my
Sweetest Lord, I do hear your Heartbeat. The pumping of Your Blood. Thank You, my God!
Amen. Lest I forget, Lord (now Lord...You permit me to feel Your loving Gentle Touch to
the side of my neck. Your Touch, Your Heart. Thank You, O Lord! Amen.) Jesus, as You
awakened me, I could see a cross surrounded by stars. Lord, now when I close my eyes, in
this moment, I can still envision it. Thank You, Lord. And You have told me that You would
deliver Your messages as You Will. When You Will. To the nations. Announce, to the
nations, just as when You came among us the first time.
And then, You shall come to every heart.
In that order, child. Yes, in that order. Now has the Son of Man announced His arrival
into every heart; into every nation which is every heart. Hello, My people. I am the
Simplest of Creation...a Babe here in the arms of My Mother. Here, I come as such for you
to see Me. For how else can you behold your God? I give a Face to Myself. I give a Voice
to Myself. I give an urgency to Myself. For here, in this Season of My Ownself, I do come
in an entirely new way. To your heart. Announced to the nations. Yes, the second message.
This, the second message. The other was the first. Though there are many, such choice
fruit for your eyes to behold. But, here, I come. Now. Here. In a moment. This moment.
Your own. GOD SPEAKS TO HIS PEOPLE. GOD SAVES HIS PEOPLE. GOD ANOINTS HIS PEOPLE. EVERY
DAY WITH HIS BLOOD. EVERY DAY WITH HIS BODY. EVERY DAY HERE ON CALVARY, WHICH IS MY MASS;
YES, MY HOLY MASS. And now, as a Babe. However I choose. As a whisper. Almost inaudibly
understood , save the little moment you give Me from your days filled with such noise. How
many ways I try to come to you. Must I, Who is God, become even Grander for your weakened
eyes to behold Me? Ask youself, in this day...would even My angels make known My glad
tidings? Would you look up to see them? Would you even hear them over the din filling your
ears? Over the gaze in your eyes so attracted to things of little meaning? So, I come to
you now and here to ask you to pause in your life for just one moment with Me. And, dear
child, this is our moment. I shall teach you of prayer here. Here and now in this place.
For, I shall define prayer to you. It is nothing other than the conversation you might
have with your God. Here I am. And shall you admit that in this moment you are here in the
Presence of your God? Shall I speak? You have wondered. "Why do others hear, and not
me." Now, you do! Listen intently as you read. You may hear Me in the silent recess
of your heart. We are talking. We are communicating. This is prayer. See, you have done
it...with so little effort. Allow Me, child, to make the effort. I shall lead you. I shall
carry you. I shall govern You, if you would but let Me. And now, dear Sarah, do you see
that I have again used your willingness to serve Me? See how I have called you here. See
how I use all who would serve me...yes, it WAS your son who asked why you were not writing
My word as you hear it. O, little Sarah, how foolish you are. It draws Me even closer to
you. For you, O most pitiable little fool, you need Me so very much.
(My Lord, I bow before Your Eternal Glory. My Lord and my God. My Father, Abba, Dad. My
Saviour, Most Perfect Lover, Jesus. O! Most Holy Spirit, the Breath of my life, the Joy of
my soul. O Most Holy Trinity, undivided unity! Alleluia! Alleluia. Alleluia!)
My child, see, all is according to My Own Will. My Own Plan. By Me. In Me. Through Me.
In Me. Yes, IN ME. Now and forever.
(O Lord, I suddenly feel lonely. I want more of your word. Why, O Lord?
I have always been satisfied. Why, O Lord?)
Child, fear not. This is an addendum to our work. My messages will flow where and when
as I Will. But the intimacy we have had daily shall continue. And this, too, shall find
its proper source. For from whence it will flow is yet to be revealed. Yes, I am Mystery.
Come, become a true part of Me. Amen.
(Thank You, my Lord and my God. Amen. Alleluia. Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus. Give Your
people Hope. Come Lord, Come Lord Jesus, and lead Your people home. Amen. Lord, I DO LOVE
YOU SO VERY MUCH!!!)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary
His Sarah