My children, hear Me. I speak. Yes. I speak. It is I, your Lord. I have suppressed
the enemy. He has felt the blow of My Cross. He suffers even now because of the healing
nature of My Cross. Because by it, all souls have won entry into the Kingdom of My Father.
These are days, says the Lord, when My children need to know Me. In their hearts. Come,
let us get to know one another. To the point of intimacy. For it is here that conversion
of heart begins. And children, know this: there is no offense judged so great by man that
cannot be forgiven by the Gentle Merciful Hand of Almighty God.
O daughters and sons of every nation, hear Me. For I speak loudly and clearly that each
and every one of you respond to Me. For response is My Desire of you. Response is named
your soul. Response is named your heart.
Daughter, let us proclaim something.
Lord, today’s Psalm 117:
"Praise the Lord, all you nations;
glorify Him, all you peoples.
For steadfast is His Kindness towards us,
and the fidelity of the Lord endures forever."
Alleluia, my Jesus!! Praise be to You, O Word of God. You are Word. The Word of God
lives! Your Word is Life, O Lord. We live IN Your Word, O God. Amen.
Sweet Sarah, hear Me. I shall be My Own Gong alerting My people to the reality of
God in their midst. This is the Day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
Sweet children, hear Me: I have spoken of many things now to you. I have said I shall
continue and I shall. I am Word. I am Life. I remain with My people. Glory be to My Father
and to the Holy Name I bear. Glory be to My Holy Spirit, Spouse of My Mother. I glorify
Myself. And I wait in Perfect Hope to hear My Name proclaimed upon your lips For, Holy is
My Name. And you, O generation, are blessed. Because here, in your hearing, the Son of Man
dwells with His people. I see the tyranny of your times. Remain in prayer to Me. All and
every day. Every knee shall bow in Reverence before Me. It is ordained by My Very Word.
Even the demons know of My Presence among you. And as they shudder, they do so at the
realization that theirs is fruitless endeavor.
My daughter. A rose I offer for your efforts to Me.
(I have just dozed momentarily from utter fatigue and been gently shaken, and
‘seen’ a lone rose supported by two gently curved ‘arms’ of stems so
perfect, centered, as on a letterhead.)
Jesus! Thank You, my Sweet Lord. And I DO bow before Your Glory, my Lord!!
Go forth and teach. Bring forth My Word. Release it, little Sarah. Raise up your
arms and release My Word to the people of My nations. Amen.
Amen, Jesus!! Amen!! +
(ACTS 22:3--16; MK.16:15--18)
With Love, in the Two Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah