Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!! O! Most Loving Silence. Let me pause and be - in Silence. Amen.
(and here I have fallen silent)
Parched and dry is the desert. Arid. Barren. Upon first glance. Only upon first glance.
For, the good of one removing himself from the norms of the day to an oasis in the desert
has value, child. Lived firsthand? (Yes, my Jesus! The retreat You called me to last
summer! Thank You, my Lord!!)
Daughter, let us address this to the nations. For they each are your sisters and
your brothers. They are your family. You are each Mine. And I do call you to this place.
Of fulfillment. Where spirit encounters the ways of the flesh. Where one would leave all
behind, willfully. Daughters and sons, hear Me. It is truly a time to prepare. You have
come with Me this far. Can we continue our journey? My Sarah speaks of retreat. She has
only realized I have called her for a purpose: This. For I envisioned this Mission. And
she did not. She could not. Yet she followed My lead, leaving all behind. Rearranged all
for Me. To follow My lead. (Jesus......!!) Daughter, I accept this gift of your privacy;
that you with Me would be told to the nations, that they who are our family would respond
to their sister, who is you; to their God, Who is Me.
Preparation for life. Preparation for journey. A journey of a soul: your own. For each
one has a mission awaiting assignment. Awaiting acceptance. Awaiting your nod; your
consent. Now, let us be prepared to accept the niceties of the desert. The bloom upon the
cactus. Its life-giving water, the moisture to parched lips. I call forth all who seek the
desert. I call forth all who embrace the desert. This place where, for even a moment, we
may just BE: one to the other. You must become used to the idea of a silence, My lambs.
For, how can you hear Me through all your noise? Accept with generosity this offer to come
and follow Me into My retreat. Each: to this place where I call you. To a moment of
silence. Given freely to Me. This is what I ask of you: a moment. I, God, Desire the
preciousness of a moment: yours, freely given. And I shall fill you in our moment. I shall
increase you. And your love shall multiply. Children: see My desert. It is a wasteland to
some. It is a hope to others. It is parched land to some. Oasis to others. It is
starvation and dehydration to some, fulfillment of life to another. It is a step of error
to some. A step in My right Direction to another. It is senseless agony to some. It is
priceless reward to another. And here again, I refer to Focus. For in Focus upon Me, your
vision is clear. The Reality of Life is seen through My Eyes. I invite you to peer at Life
through My Eyes. How? By preparing for our journey. For willfully entering our journey.
This road. This path. This desert. This place from which we start.
Daughters and sons, hear Me. My desert blooms with life. Join Me here. I entreat you:
Come see the bloom upon the cactus. It is you. My subject from beginning to end is you.
Your soul. Rendered freely to Me. Amen. Receive My Peace. Amen.
(Amen, my Jesus. My Loving Lord!! May I serve You, my Jesus, all the days of my
life. Amen.) +
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah