O my Lord Jesus, this Journey in You is so varied, as I present myself to You. On
Saturday, Lord, I felt particularly "dry." And I prayed to You and told You that
I feel like a little mud pie. Yes, Lord! A mud pie! And then, as now, my Lord, as I mouth
the words I can see You as a child forming such in Your Precious Hands! Lord! I allow
myself to be a mud pie and I see You forming such in Your Hands! How loved I am, Lord.
Thank You! And by that night, after a day of dryness, You permitted me to become filled
with words from my spiritual mother, St. Jane de Chantal. "The state in which God
desires most to find us is that of humiliation. To be little before God is not enough; we
must be nothing, nothing at all. This is the foundation upon which He builds, because it
pleases Him to make things out of nothing." "Never give in to the desire to be
liberated from your difficulties. This is a privilege from God which is to make you
perfect in every virtue. It is a reward and not a punishment. What God desires is that you
bear this burden patiently, with complete surrender to His holy good pleasure. Hold your
eyes on God and LEAVE THE DOING TO HIM. That is all the doing you have to worry about. It
is the only activity God asks of you, and He alone draws you to it." "ONE THING
ALONE IS NECESSARY: it is to have God. In short, then, no matter what is going on, we must
hold both our attention and our love on God, not wasting our time in studying what is
happening to ourselves or what its cause is. Our Lord asks this of us." "To rise
above self—this is what must be done—above all feelings, all opinions and
dislikes, so that we gaze upon God and bind ourselves to Him by a simple assent." My
Lord, make of me what You Will. Amen!! Jesus!! Jesus!! Jesus!! O Lord! In this moment, I
am filled with a thought: that as Mother Mary wiped the mud from Your Little Hands, she
was given to think, how like Your Father You are! Making something from nothing! And how
gentle is Your Mother’s smile! Such tender Love!! There, Lord, I have said it. Your
Urging, Your Thought within me. Amen!!
O darling child, hear Me. I come to scoop up from the earth, those who have been chosen
to serve Me. All children: that is you. All I call into My Service. None are restrained
and all shall be retrained. For My Ways are not the Ways of the world. In My Service you
shall serve Me with Joy. A Joy that grows from your heart. Planted there by Me, like a
little tree. And its branches will reach out to invite those nearby to come and rest, and
then to desire the same. And then I shall plant anew, a tree which reflects YOUR own
individuality. But all are growing in My Light.
Lambs, hear Me. I am God. You are not. Along life’s journey, you will learn. To be
kind to one another. To Love one another. To support one another in prayer and Loving
action. I cannot say often enough that you are not God. So, stop judging one another. Will
you? Children, you are not terribly good at judging, for you for you critique on the
surface of the skin. On the imaginings of your mind. You shun and even forget the longings
in a heart. You turn from the Truth Which rises from a heart. Why do you run, flee, from
this Tender Spot? Why do you prefer the imaginings of the mind, where you mold and shape
the words you would believe rather than the Truth rising from a heart? My Father has made
the whole of you. Therefore, do not exclude a part which Perfection has made; most
especially the part wherein God resides. Do not live in fear of your own heart. It is your
tender spot. It is an area of Truth. Yes, to be discerned, but a Source rising from
within. Planted there by God. Your natural sense. Do not deny its existence.
Lambs, do look within. I shall reveal to you your greatness or your smallness. As seen
by Me, not man. O little one, look within. Examine your own being first, before you climb
into the judge’s loft to cast upon all around you the edicts of your mind. Would you
allow Me to sit there in your stead? For in My Mercy, I would prefer to hold the accused
in My Loving Lap and Love and Nurture and Grow My child. To make from nothing a something
in My Eyes.
As you hear My word, are you judging? My Simplicity? My Love? My Way? My Divinity? Are
you willing to accept your humanity? Are you willing to allow Me to reshape you, too? The
process is ongoing in My Hands. For Perfection is molding you into My Own Image. Leave
Perfection to Me. In Me a crack is not a fissure, a weakness in the pot. It is a place to
catch tears which serves to keep the clay pliable. In Me there is only Purpose. No waste.
No condemnation. Only Hope and Mercy. Until the final hour when those who so choose,
depart permanently from My Sight. But My Ways are always Mercy. No accusation. I see in
Hope. I am Hope. I touch in Mercy. I am Mercy. I point no fingers in judgment. I only
invite: Here, closer to My Side.
Now think. Where am I in the story of your life? Where is My Mercy? Where is My Truth.
Look, child, first into your own vision before you continue on your journey in Me. I am
not now, judging you; therefore, I do not judge now your neighbor. My Arms are opened
wide. I accept ALL people. And I remake all who freely walk into My Arms. Think. Love.
Do not judge. My Mercy endures forever. And ever. Amen. +
(Gn. 12:1-9; Ps. 33:12-13,18-20,22; Mt. 7:1-5)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah