My Lord and my God, I adore You. My Lord and my God, I believe in You. My Lord and my
God, I love You. My Lord and my God, I trust in You. Amen!! O, Most Sacred Heart of Jesus,
I place my trust in Thee!! O Blood and Water Which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as
a Fountain of Mercy for us, I place my trust in Thee!! And I pray Your Holy Name, my Lord.
The Name beyond all other Names: Jesus!! Jesus!! Jesus!! O, Jesus, I continue to smell
Your Most Holy Fragrance!! How very undeniable You are, my Lord. Amen!!
I grace you, child, with the Fragrance of My Presence. I announce Myself even before I
speak. For I would alert you, child, to the sacred nature of these words I would speak. (I
have fallen into a contemplation) Child, come forth for I would speak to My nations. (My
Lord and my God!! Amen!!)
Dear ones, hear Me. My Word: how often has it been planted on your hearts? My Word,
dear children. How often has it taken root? My Word, dear children. Have you tended this
plant which I would grow deep within you? Recall, my loves, that even a plant may grow
from the crack in the pavement. Because there it has found the soil it so willingly
receives. And despite the unusual nature of this field, the smallness of the garden,
growth can even occur here. Have you not seen the persistence of such things? Weeds, you
may call them. But to Me, they are growth. Willing, persistent growth. And as often as you
might attempt to destroy it, its growth reappears. Oh! Would that this be the case with
the plants of My Garden. These which I tend. Here in the fertile ground.
My lambs, I tell you this now: I am the Gardener. And I plant My Word where and when I
will. I tend My Word by the Very Grace Which flows from the Lips of Love Who is My Father.
And the Gentle Breeze to pollinate My Word is the Breath of Almighty God. And the fertile
nature of the soil is made holy by My Own Sacrifice which has been spilled for you. All of
this has been done for you. All of this IS BEING done for you. For everything is present
to God.
Spirituality. I speak of your spirituality. What is the condition of your soul? Do you
accept the garden where I would plant you? Do you welcome the Graces I flow upon you? Do
you feel the Gentle Breeze which would enliven you? Which would cause the Very Word of God
to be shared from one to the other? Do you stifle the Spirit? Do you cut off the very
source of Grace. Then, do you look as in a mirror and wonder what has occurred to bring
you to such a demise?
Children, the nature of My address is quite serious. For I do not waste My Breath here.
Your God is Purpose. Unwasted Purpose. And I approach you now to bring you back to me NOW.
My lambs, I look out upon the nations. I cast My Eye deeply into your heart. Yes, YOUR
heart. You. To whom else would I be speaking, child. Do you hear Me now?
MY WORD LIVES. Observe Me in every detail of your life. Read Me. Celebrate Me. Bring Me
forth. For I am the Fine Wine which would assuage the savage beast. I am the Living Word
of God. And I am Saviour. I am Present. Always present. And I save you. Even now. I will
not leave you orphans. You are My mother, My brother, My sister, My all and everything.
God is begging you here, child. Hear this Beggar at your gate! Accept Me or deny Me. But
do not stomp upon Me. I am God. And I come to capture souls. But first I must see their
little heads. Even poking out from a garden of stone. For, with the willingness of a soul
I can move mountains. A stone, a pebble. A mighty Alpine vista. Nothing is too small or
great for Me. I am God. And I come to take you home.
All life is waiting, child. To be noticed. To be recognized. To be seen. To be absorbed
and imbibed. To be swallowed whole. Or savored word by word. My Word. I speak of My Word.
My Life. My Word. Me! I speak to you of Me. (Here Jesus becomes impassioned) I am waiting,
child. For My people. For their heads to look up and accept Me as I am. I am their God.
And I would shower them with Love. Such a Love which one has never known. Such a Love is
Mine. Now and forever: My Word. I am the Word. I am God I am Jesus. Your Love Which waits.
Amen.
O Sweet Jesus! I return, reflect.
O Sweet Jesus! I would comfort You with my kiss.
O Sweet Jesus! I would offer You life. Again and again. Amen. +
(HEB.10:11--18; PS.110:1--4; MK.4:1--20)
With Love in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah