O Lord, my Comfort and my Strength! You are my All and Everything! O God! I bow before
Your Glory! There is an intensity within me, my Lord! In the mornings of prayer, and of
night, my face is washed with tears. From a sadness? A longing? It is from a place very
deep. Yet somehow, Lord, these tears rise up through a Joy-filled heart. I do not
understand, Lord. Yet, I am with You. That I may be in Your company, Lord, is the only
Grace I need!!
The coldness of hearts. (Lord?)
The coldness of hearts. O! How I long to warm every heart! Yet, so many shrink from My
Occasion. So many run in fear. They speak of Me. They long for Me. Yet, when confronted
with Me, they flee. Some run. Some walk away thoughtfully scratching their heads. O
children, why do you do such things? So often do I stand before you, even as in a burning
bush. So obvious am I. In the voice of another. In an act of kindness I am visible there.
You have prayed to come to know Me, fully, but then upon meeting, you leave. You cannot
accept Me as I am; yet you long for Me to take you as you are: faults and perfections,
alike. Have you considered how My Heart pines at every turn you make from Me?
O! Trust! How difficult you are to be achieved in the heart of My people! O leap of
Faith! How great is the distance for a soul locked in thought. Do not presume your
failure, child. Trust that I shall succeed: Come, be whole in Me.
Sweeping hands. Hands of time. Time is fleeting. Sweeping hands:
hands that push under a rug that which must be addressed. How long can you maintain
your silence from Me? I am the Source of Life and soon enough you will be forced to
"come up for air" and you will see Me, if you allow your eyes to behold Me; even
as I would reveal Myself to you. In My Way. Not yours.
O lambs: what do you really know of life? Do you not see the invitation set before you?
In a package, perhaps, whose shape startles you. The wrappings, perhaps, too plain? Too
gaudy? Not to your expectations? But they are My Way of presenting Me to you!
In the secret silence of a heart, the Kingdom of God exists. Come forth into the throne
room of your heart, children. Look and see Who presides here: the air is filled with the
Spirit of God. I open the door and I accompany you to the Throne, for even I Who am God
fall on bent knees to the Honour of My Father. Come, join Me in Such Worship.
"How?" you ask. In Me. In Me all is possible. Relax into Me, will you My child?
O! The Grandeur Which resides within your being. It has been placed there by Me. I am God.
Do not try to comprehend THESE thoughts. Accept them. In Faith. Will you?
Contemplate. Yes. Think. Of Me. No other thought. But of Me. In Silence. Quiet. In My
Name. Focus on Me. Be filled with Me. I will lift you. I will comfort you. I will instruct
you. Do not approach Me. I will approach you. Do not create the Journey, children. I have
already paved the roads. And what do I ask? What have I always asked of you? To come and
to follow Me. I do not reserve those Words for a few. Here I am in your midst. Saying.
Asking. You. To come and follow Me. Where? Does it matter? Would I harm you? No, I would
not.
Close your eyes. Even to your soul. To all else around you, but Me. Now, give Me your
hands. And step. In blindness, forward just one step. One step closer to Me. Now, that is
all I ask. But according to My Plan, not yours. In Me. That you might be one in My Father.
To My Father. That is the Journey. To God. Life in God. Truth in God. Yes, yes, True Life
in God. In Me. Process. Move. Grow in Me.
Now and forever. Amen. +
(Ex. 3:1-6,9-12; Ps. 103:1-4,6-7; Mt. 11:25-27)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah