O Jesus! You make me smile! And I feel Joyful and Jittery inside. Like my heart wants
to—DANCE! Jesus! I love You, O Most Passionate Holy Love! O God! You fill me with a
fullness like unto bursting! How well You have constructed this body, My Lord!
Child, you have given Me your heart. Yes? (Yes, Lord, I have.)
I have stretched it, child, for now I need for it to accept more of My Love. (O God!
Let me be, then, Your worthy vessel. Fill me, Lord, as You Desire. O God, I know this is a
silly thing to say to You Who are All-knowing, but God! Do You know what? I LOVE YOU! With
my whole heart, my whole mind, my whole soul.)
You obey Me, Sarah. (God! You are so easy to Love! If I should decide not to Love You
fully, I should be killing my very self. I would be denying this very life which is Your
Gift to me.)
Sarah, come and be with Me. Here in our writing. Let us continually share our Love of
one another with all your brothers and sisters. (O Yes, Gentle Lord. Yes. As You Will, O
God. As You Will.)
Please Me now. Write these words. (Yes, my Lord and my God.)
Sarah, write these words. My lambs, hear Me. My Voice echoes loud and clear throughout
the nations. This is the Lord Who speaks to His people of Love from Love, in Love I am
Love. And I do ask you this: Would Love Which is Truth, grow a deceptive tree? Would I
grow anything specifically to deceive you? No. I allow such things to exist. And then you,
with your own free will choose the deception you have been shown. You have chosen, despite
your learning. Why?
One fatal error could cast yourself into a pit of lies. The pit of the enemy.
Glory is speaking to His people. And Glory speaks the Truth. Why? Because Glory is
Truth. Now I ask you this: Why would I plant poison in the roots of My Own Plant? I would
not do it. My lambs, hear Me. This is God Almighty speaking to you. The Truth is that I
love you. The Truth is that I do not lie. For I am Truth. Now hear Me: Confusion is the
mark of the enemy.
Lambs, hear Me. I affix you to My Vine. For here is the growth that
you need. The nurturing rain falls upon our soil and it is drunk up by
the stalk of Life and fed to each of you I am the Source. And the rain
is My Grace. And the soil is My Church. And My Word is Truth. And the
gift to My Church is My Spirit. Who blows the rusty film from the
surface. Who cools the warmth of the day. Who warms the cool of the
night. Who increases the Life as He Wills. And to accept His Life is
growth. And to refuse is to stifle oneself. Harmony. Purpose. The
Vine. The Grower. The Branches. The Reality of life. True Life. An
agitant to some. My Word: True Life. Word of God! Not possession of
man. Do you understand? Do you see the Truth? Life, True Life, is
according to My Plan. Not man’s plan. And every second of every day,
Life is calling. True Life is calling. From My Own Lips. For My Lips
form Love and order. My Branches grow up from the Source of Life: Me,
My Church. Come dwell here in these Branches. This is the Life to
Which I call you. True Life in God. Springing forth from the Womb of
Life: your Mother, My Church. Glory be to My Name and to this Process
of Life within Me. Here where you are called: to oneness in Me. As I
would be in you. Amen. (Amen, my Lord, Amen.) +
(Acts 15:1-6; Psalm 122:1-5; John 15:1-8)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah