My whispers, child. Let us record them. (O, Most Delicate Lord, I love You!!)
Whispered quietly within every heart is the Word of God. A still, clear Voice waiting
to be heard is the Voice of God. Daughter, do you hear Me? (Yes, Lord, I hear You!! My
Love!!)
And we have danced. And we have sung together here, in My Heart. Here where I clear
My dance floor for just we two: you and I. And as I take each hand, it is here that I bid
you. Here, well beyond the norms of earth. Would you not think I could create such a union
as this? I who am God. Would you not think it? That I should Love to Love My creation? As
I Will?
But, I have spoken of whisper. And so, shall it be. Form silence, child. Do form a
silent chamber in your heart. A place where I might arrive. But I ask one thing of you: to
leave outside this place all that you own. All that you possess. And what is He saying,
this God Who addresses you thus? He is asking that you come and be fully cleansed. To let
go of all the world’s control upon you. Force away its grasp if you must. I will help
you. My Grasp is Perfection. And I will even lift the possession at the appropriate time.
The time when it most behooves your soul. For afterall, this is the entire point of the
dance. To entertain souls forever in My Glory.
O little one. I see you. I see you striving and trying to enter. Be not afraid. Child,
I am Pure Love. See! The door is already ajar. But possessions will not fit. They must be
stripped away. For, My Gifts are Perfection. And I ask you to strive to achieve to the
best Gift of all. My Glory. And Grace shall be your Guide. Your step metered by My Grace.
And My Kingdom is even now adorned in Glory awaiting the jubilant return of one
wandering soul. And all who still travel are the wanderer. All not yet here are the
wanderer. And I ask you, children. I entreat you, children: Come, and read My Word. Come
and dwell in My Land. Her Name is Church. And begin to enter the Realm of This Glory: My
Kingdom. My Palace.
All things are made right in the Palace of the King. For My Ways are Holy. And My Call
is Profound. Yet, it is whispered in the ear, the heart of the one to whom I would speak.
O Nations, hear Me; I am now speaking above a whisper that you would notice Me. Yet,
this whisper lingers in your heart. And it is here that growth should occur. My children,
I do invite you. And I call this: The Invitation. Come, be My Invited guest. Come I await
your place at table. Here in the Banquet Hall of your heart. Amen.
Amen, my Sweet Lord. Amen. +
(HEB. 10:32--39; PS. 37:3--6,23--24,39--40; MK. 4:26--34)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah