My Lord!! Some mornings are so ‘different’ in You. For this morning has
contained no written or formula prayer (save one very small one). It has been a time of
‘being’. As I am even now. Of silence and slowing of pace. Of absence of
thought. But of being. Being, O Lord, in You!! Of confronting God, here in
‘nothingness’; of employing pure Faith and no words; of letting go of humanity
and being filled with divinity. For a moment, this moment in You. O God! I sit in silence
before Your Brilliance. And if there are to be words, Lord, You must employ them. For
there are none.
And daughter, do write now. Yes, I encourage you to record that which you have seen.
(An odd sight, my Lord. But first, I have heard a bell—and I have recognized it as
the warning bell of a buoy at sea!)
And day after day I am the Buoy. I am the Warning Gong. Alerting My people at sea.
Alerting them where I find them, each in their life they would try to possess. Which is
Mine. I call you back to this true life. And with what am greeted? Disdain. "Get out
of my temple" is the cry of My people. I implore you with Voice. I warn you with
signal. Yet you claim the temple as your own. And in it there is no real place for God!
And such a shock are these words? Why should they surprise you? Do you think that this
Father could sit idly at sea and watch His children set sail on the high seas to
perdition? Do you think I could watch you turn your back upon Me without at least sending
you warning?
Do you hear Me loud and clear? I title this work thus. For I am screaming of My Love
for you. Yet this sweetest of all Love Song is disregarded by you.
Fully grown. Fully grown. This is My Desire of you, children. To become fully grown in
Me. See, I teach you. I lift you. I raise you. I etch you. I mark you as My Very Own. And
I permit your entry regardless of baggage.
And I present to you My Mother who is the Mother of God. Who would speak to you of her
love. But you would refuse even her. I see the refusal, child. It is deep within your
soul. Hidden as it were, even from your God as you have crawled into your temple to the
exclusion of Me. And I am a Merciful God. And I speak to you from within My Mercy.
All nations, do hear Me. All souls gathered: hear Me. Everyone of you: hear Me. The
temple is Mine. It is My Dwelling Place. The Gifts are Mine. Freely dispensed as I so
choose. The growth is to Me. Come and follow. Be brave, My hearts who I gather here. For
God has chosen to talk with you. And your growth must now be nurtured and pruned. And in
this I speak to each of you. For no one is perfect among you. And holy is My Name. And
holy do I make you. And holiness is a process into which you are invited. Do put aside
your preconceived notions of who I am. Be whole in Me. Be one in Me. Be loving in Me. Be
at Peace in Me. Be known in Me. As My people. Christian people. Be seen as My Christian
people. Godly people. Are you willing to advance in Me. Or are you to refuse Me?
I deliver this word now in your hearing. God is with you. In word and in deed. And in
growth through one another. I have spoken. Will you grow? You, in Me? I challenge you. I
welcome you. Here in My Heart. This Heart of your God. Amen. +
(HEB. 12:18-19,21--24; PS. 48:2--4,9--1; MK. 6:7--13)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah