Jesus, I trust in You. You are the Saviour of the world!! May I sit here, Lord, and BE
for awhile? May I breathe YOUR Breath, Which is my Comfort? May I smile a smile of Peace?
May I sigh a sigh of such Consolation? May I weep a tear of Hope? May I smile a smile of
Joy, for Lord, there is such Happiness in my heart! I Love You, Jesus!! I believe in You,
Jesus!! And Lord, here in OUR boat, I adore You. I lay at Your Feet. Prostrate before my
Lord God. Jesus! I trust in You. Your Precious Wounds, Lord! I Love Them! O! I Love Your
Wounds, Lord!! Your Precious Feet! O I Love Your Wounds! Your Gentle Hands! I Love Your
Wounds! Your Precious Head! I Love Your Wounds! Your Precious Side! I Love Your Wounds! O
Jesus! I find such Comfort here, within You; before You; in You. Amen!! You are my Lord
and my God, and I genuflect, I kneel, I sit, I am.....before You, my Lord and my God!
You reverence Me, child. (Jesus! Hello! I Love You!! Your Voice! I Love You!!)
My Soul is rejoicing. My Heart is uplifted. By Praise rendered from My feeble child.
Daughter... (Yes, Lord?) Do you hear Me well enough? (Yes, Lord.) Do you search for Me?
(Lord, my God, I do not understand.)
Where do you find Me? (O Lord! Everywhere! Here in such a beautiful way. In others,
Lord. In Your Nature, Lord. In a giant sunset. In a drop of dew. So often in the eyes and
hearts of those around Me. In the reverence of Your Church. In Your Sacraments. In Your
Blessed Sacrament. In this moment, Lord. Here. Now!!)
Daughter, write these words. (Yes, my Lord!!)
The Creator of all is waiting for His people. To bow. The Lord of all, the Saviour, is
waiting for a tear, of Hope. The Gift of Holy Spirit is waiting to be tested, to be
proven, to be real in your hearts. Ah! A different Word I speak to you! Yes? (Yes, my Lord
and my God!!)
Now hear Me. I speak to all My family, My children, My own. Hear Me well. The Son of
Man is among you. Yes, I am. Here, present in so many ways, most especially in My
Sacrament. Adore Me there. The Spirit of God flows among you. I glorify Myself through My
Own Ways. Through My Own Action does man become aware of God’s Glory and Might. The
storm rages. It truly does. For, evil is quite unhappy with Me. Because My Power and Might
are Everlasting. My Glory supersedes any darkness being spewed by the enemy. Satan is the
name of all evil. His ways would ruin entire humanity, but for My Way. I am always
Present, children, so do not fear. One word from Me and he is gone. But why would I allow
him to remain? That you might make a better free-willed choice. He or Me. See? That is the
battle, the storm of your life. To make you strong by the forces you overcome, here in My
Company.
Little ones, hear Me. I am Gentle. I am Kind. I do not allow such torment for My Own
Pleasure, but for the glorification of your soul. That you might achieve more life in Me
by your endurance of the raging storm. But see! I DO give you rest. There is a calm now. A
Peace. That you might tend to your wounds. That you might heal. That you might grow. O!
How I do care for you. But you do not always see My Kind Demeanor.
My sweet children, hear Me. You must come to a level of belief that I am ALWAYS with
you. Why? How? Because I have TOLD you so! You must come to truly believe I am alive in
your midst. You must truly believe from your heart. And how can this be, but by lessons
taught? Do you not see how very blind you are even with your open eyes? Do you not see
that if you would thrust yourself into the depths of My Love, that you would abandon all
fear, in the Face of Me. And I do allow this lesson.
Why could I sleep in My Boat? Because I trusted in My Father! I gave Him My Trust, and
He obliged Me. And I, more than any other, could go off to feel sorry for Me at the
situation I was in. God: accused, denied, robbed of belief, unrecognized. Lost at sea in
the minds of would-be believers. Hope fleeting in their minds. To do something, rather
than to trust as I have taught. This is the schoolroom, the boat, of life into which I was
tossed. And what have I done in the face of it all? I have rested in My Father’s
Infinite Care. In Trust. I have rested in Trust.
O children, how I Love you! You scurry about like little ants. Carrying to and fro your
actions, your worries, your needs. Busy about the work of busy-ness. Concerned on the path
of the one you follow. Do you ever look up, truly, to see the place you REALLY are? Here,
in the watchful Eye of your Father?
Hear Me. I come to you here to further instruct. To clarify. To redirect you home. Into
My Church. Where all Life already is. Do not search for what I have already given. Find
it, and secure your very life within it.
My Boat is large. It holds many passengers. And I am here, children. Trust that I am
here. Even if you cannot see Me because of blinded eyes. Trust. Trust in Jesus. Don’t
come any closer than your Faith will allow. Be in growth in Me. Trust is Hope. Faith is
Belief. Love is All. Keep these Virtues deep in your heart, yet rising to your surface.
Let the storm subside in your heart, and grow. Grow. Do not proceed without growth. I do
provide a calming moment. Wherein you may see the condition of your soul. Your torment
subsides. Now grow in Virtue. All Virtue. Grow. Be in Me as I am in thee: One. In harmony
with God Who is My Father. In union of Pain and Suffering and Joy, here in My Most
Precious Wounds. For here, at My Cross, are all beginnings new. And from here do you
stream forth, bathed in My Water and Blood: a new person in My Spirit. Baptized in My
Spirit. New! Rejuvenated! Enlivened! Motion. Forward. No longer in confusion, but in
growth. In Me. In Life; I am Life. In Truth; I am Truth. Find your Way: in Me. I am the
Comfort in every storm. I am your Way. I am your Life.
I am your Truth. Your Way to True Life in God is Me. Amen. +
(Job 38:1,8-11; Ps. 107:23-26,28-31; 2 Cor. 5:14-17; Mk. 4:35-41)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah