O Jesus, I stand blank before You. As if I am this very copybook now open and waiting.
Lord Jesus, let there be some value here, as You fill me: line by line. Amen!! Jesus!!
Jesus!! Jesus!!
You coax Me, child? (Sweet Jesus! I long to hear Your Voice! I cannot make You
speak, my Lord! Only as You Will, my Lord! Yet, O Love of my Life, if I COULD coax You, I
would! I invite You, O Pure Love. Come, Lord. I love You so very much!!)
Child, I bless you. (Lord, I bow before Your Holy Blessing Hand!!)
Fear not this position you are in, child. It is where I have made you to be. I shall
use you here, child. Like a little wedge I shall use you to open the hardened hearts of My
people to My true life. Child, My Mother would speak once more. (Yes, Jesus!!)
Sweet little one, hear Me. I am your Mother. And I have you by the hand. Walk with
me. This Path is my Son’s. You know there would be little bumps along the way. But
look, child, as I speak to you, the path is growing in clarity.
See! The nations listen to the word. They are attracted to My Son, as I knew they would
be. For, there is no error here, in the Presence of my Son! Little child, relinquish your
cares to me. I will take them to my Son. He welcomes this burden. He would lift it to our
Father.
(Mother?) And of the Wisdom of today’s lesson? (Yes, What shall I do?)
Speak to the nations. Here through this word. This is the Desire of my Son. He
would have yet, another opportunity to speak to every heart. There are so many worthy
mediums, so many valid missions. This is but one, child. Child, certain words would be
spoken here:
Nations, hear me. I am your Mother and I should like to speak to you as my children.
For, regardless of age, that is who you are. Always the child. Some more than others. Many
are called. And few are chosen. I know. I have seen first hand how narrow is the gate. How
narrow were the streets for such a King as my Son. A narrow street; a King with a Cross
and a Crown of Thorns. So now, ask yourself this point: What is success, when measured by
the world? Child, this is a victory won through death: dying to self.
Daughter, record these words: My Son has called up many into His service. So many that
the world would deny or accept. Those valiant servants in denial (I understood: those
being denied) must offer their suffering in union with my Son’s Agony. Those who are
heard must proclaim the Glory of God as He would be known to His people. This is the mark
of the service which has been entered: selflessness. Abandonment. Growth.
And to each who now reads these words, this sharing of a Mother to her child, know
this: each of you are called to the same struggles. The same commitment. The same
discernment. For this is the life of one in the true life in God, but each and all are
called forth to participate, to enter, to BE. Here and now for my Son.
Let me tell you something, children. I have seen my Son with His friends. How they
struggled with their new life in Him. Humanity, dear children, is a struggle, afterall. Is
it not? Yet in conformity to the Master’s Desires, they grew from every experience in
Him, and sometimes, in those dark times of denial. Of retraction. Of gossip. Yes. Human
behavior. Yet, being willfully molded by my Son. And so, I do speak to you, all nations,
these words of conversation to this daughter who permits you to see her way, her struggle
here in a life in God. The breeze blows calmly or in a rage. It is still the same breeze.
Holy Mother, I have paused here to take our son to school. Holy Mother, I have
felt so "disjointed" regarding our words this morning. And you have consoled me
that they make perfect sense. The rage, Mother. The storm. Forgive me for listening to it.
O Mother, I love you; and I NEED Jesus so very much! Mother, I TRUST in your Son. I am
NOTHING without Him! (Holy Mother continues....)
All nations: hear. All nations: struggle. All nations: trust. Your God is here.
Your Mother takes you by the hand. Here in my footstep to my Son. In the trust of a child,
take my hand. Amen.
Amen, Mother. Thank you Most Blessed Mother. Amen. +
(HEB. 3:7--14; PS. 95:6--11; MK. 1:40--45)
With Love, in the Two Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah