Lord God, I sit here in the loveliest quiet. In Your Presence. Having cried and sobbed
for the Passion of these days. But as I contemplate You, my Lord, I smile. Quite naturally
Lord, do I smile. As I pray Your Holy Name: Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!! And then, in the silence
I hear You, O Lord, "Reality, child. We are reality." Thank You, My Lord and my
God. And Lord, as I walk here in Faith ‘upon the water’ to Your Most Loving
Hands, may the Faith You have given me be strengthened by my sisters and brothers in
Faith. Most especially by those who have gone before us. May all the souls in Purgatory
see the welcoming Hands of Jesus on this Holy Saturday! Amen. Alleluia! Glory be to the
Father, Son and Holy Spirit! As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be. World
without end. Amen. Alleluia!!
Joy and Peace be with you, child. (And with You, my Lord!!)
Daughter, my Son is pleased with your sacrifice to Him. (Holy Mother?)
I am the Mother of God. (O Holy Mother! I love you so!)
Ssshhhh...child. Calm your spirit. (Yes, Mother.)
I would speak of My Son. His Wounds are many. Graven images continue to rise here in
the Face of Almighty God. How disappointing it is for a Mother to watch the sorrow of her
Son. For I have seen Him stare at the Wounds of His Hands and His Feet. I have seen Him
touch His Side. And I have seen the throb in His Most Loving Eyes. Sorrow, ongoing. For
the hardened hearts of men.
(O Mother! How very grateful I am for the interior hardship I now bear. For I have
given all I am to Jesus. Including my will. And now I can continue to offer Him this
sorrow I bear. O Mother! Just the other day I prayed through your intercession: that I
would be willing to bleed for Your Son’s Sake! And Mother, I smile at me now, because
I always see things, interpret things, so realistically; i.e., that I would BLEED. But
this interior suffering is the ‘blood’ that I offer Jesus. And I am happy to
offer it, Mother. Thank you for this gift.)
Child, you please me. For a Mother loves her Son. (Holy Mother, you make me smile.)
Glory awaits the hearts who give themselves to the service of my Son. For to serve God
is the purpose of my children. And we are not slaves, children, are we? We are willful
slaves. Yes? (Yes, Mother.)
For God has created man to His Own Image and likeness. That man should
share in His Glory. But man has free will. Just as I. For despite the
Blessing of Almighty God upon me, my Immaculate Conception, my will is
still free. But to serve the Master of the Universe is my own heart’s
desire. And to free my children from the snare of the enemy is the work
I have agreed to. And here is the Mother of God, begging all the
children of the world to repent of their foolish ways. But who is there
Child, you know what I mean! My Son has died upon His Cross. Who has
sins brings tears to men’s hearts which melt and wash away the hardness of sin. A
sinful heart. And what remains is a sinner’s heart. A sinful nature, yes. But one
constantly cleansed. Constantly growing. Growing toward God. I am the Immaculate
Conception. And it is from my womb that Salvation entered the world. My service is to My
Son. Children, will you join me in my walk through the world to gather loving hearts for
my Son? We must start somewhere, though. And we must start with your own penitent heart.
O! The sorrow I feel over such reluctance on your part! My children, hear me: will you
continue the Journey we have started with my Son? Lent is not over! Prepare and repent
every day of your life! Lent is the journey of your life, dear children. A Mother is
begging for her Son’s interests. A Mother is begging for souls. Yours first. First:
you.
Amen, child. Now, go in Peace. (Mother, with the Grace of God, I shall
be in Peace. Thank you, my Mother. Amen. Alleluia. Amen.) +
(Ex. 14:15-15:1; Rom. 6:3-11; Ps. 118:1-2,16-23; Mk. 16:1-8)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah