Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!! My Lord and my God!!
Peace be with you, child. (Thank You, O Lord, for your Peace!! I smile, Lord!!
My intensity leaves me. Thank you, Lord!!)
Child. (Yes, Jesus? O Jesus, I wait upon Your Word!!)
Sweet child, hear Me. Our Journey. We had spoken of a journey. A journey of a soul.
(Yes, Lord. And I have wondered where we shall travel.)
Into the depths and recesses of the heart. Your own. (Yes, Lord!! Jesus, I love
Your Tender prodding!! Your Ways, O Lord!!)
Yes, child. We shall encourage growth. For this is the purpose of preparation. This is
the goal: growth. And we shall enter the first chamber of the heart. See! It is like a
welcoming room. All bedecked in the finery that a visitor would expect. An easy chair. A
cup of tea. All the niceties offered to this visitor of your heart. (Then, Jesus, come and
enter this place in my heart. But, Lord, already with You here, I know there is still much
I must reveal to You. Help me, Lord. Light the dark recesses of my heart. That there will
remain no place I would be embarrassed that You go. Here in my heart.)
For all the world to see. (As You Will, my Lord. Amen......Lord?) I see a cobweb here
in the corner, child. It’s name is Pride. Daughter, do look upon it. See its
ugliness. (Lord Jesus! It doesn’t even look like a cobweb! It looks more like a
blackened crack in the side of an old cup. Yet, even as I look upon it, it begins to look
more like a scar. All jagged. A scabbed over wound. But, Lord, rather distasteful in
colour. A place I would rather not look at. And I wonder why it remains, my Lord? What has
caused it, my Lord?)
Daughter, this shall be revealed. To you. To each who would look upon Pride. Harbored.
Hidden. Scabbed. We shall remove this cobweb, child? (Lord, it is an ugliness. Lord. Show
me the way.)
Look to the first reading, child. (Yes, Lord. DT. 30:15--20)
And the Psalm. (Yes, Lord. PS. 1:1--4,6)
And My Gospel. (Yes, Lord. LK. 9:22--25)
Read. Read thoroughly. Then return.
(Yes, Lord. I shall read. Thank You, Jesus. O Word of God, alive! O Lord, I have had to
pause to take our son to school. And Lord, even as I have begun to pray about this scar of
Pride within me, You have filled me with Your Wonder and Awe and Hope and Light as I look
out upon this, Your frozen world of 8 degrees this morning. Lord! You have painted Your
sky a beautiful cold blue and placed within it the softest clouds—and one of them
backlit—aglow in reflection of the sun rising, finally, over the eastern mountains.
And how Your sun is lighting those clouds resting upon the mountain crests. All filled
with luminescent pearl. How Your morning light is highlighting the rooftops of the houses
and steeples set off into the distant, rising hills. How the tall monument which marks our
town, reflects—is lit by Your sun marking so well its geometric design—the
lightness and brightness cast upon its four sides. O Lord, then the vision of this is
blocked by the large imposing, much-emptied factory. A monument itself of days gone by.
And I think again of the scar within me. And the contrast You have presented to me: of the
beauty Your Light reveals and the scars that exist there upon the beauty. I shall read
Your Word again, now, my Lord. Amen. DT. 30:15--20. My Lord and my God!)
Child. I present you in the Light of a new day. I expose the countryside within you.
The good with the bad. The recognizable pain. The wounds inflicted upon your soul by your
willful acts against Me. And the memory, yours, lingers in the presence of the scar. But
not the sin. Which has been forgiven. But to be truly alive in Me, you must offer even
your scars. For they are your possessions. And you would give all to Me. I have heard you,
child. With your own lips.
(Yes, O Lord. Let Your Light shine upon me. Help me, O Lord, to offer You this and
every scar we find. Amen. PS. 1:1--4,6....)
Come to Me, O children Israel. My promised. My chosen. Hear this Your Lord. Heed My
commands. Be open of heart. And I shall flourish within you. Even the most hardened of
heart will be softened by My life-giving waters. A tree of life will grow where once there
was wasteland. See! The Goodness of the Lord! And child, the last of My Word today. (Yes,
Lord. Your Holy Gospel, LK. 9:22--25.)
Child, the beauty I have revealed to you today: of this world around you came quickly
blocked by the huge edifice, the factory—yes. It blocked all vision of My Way in the
World, did it not? (Yes, Jesus. It was imposing.)
Daughter. We must expose these remaining scars. For they serve to harden your heart
to the fullness of Me. Pray through My Spirit. (here I have begun to pray in Tongues which
are RISING from within me)
(Heal me, O Lord.)
Say but the word, child, and you shall be healed. (O Lord God! Heal me, O Lord.
Let Your Light shine upon me. Let Your Light shine through my scars, Lord. Melt away all
hardness, O Lord......Jesus! I am feeling bright and CLEAN. Heal me, O Lord. Expose every
cobweb within me. Heal me, O Lord. Amen.)
Daughter, say but the word. And our Journey will begin. (Yes, O Lord. Yes. Amen.) Amen,
child. +
With Love in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah