What would a morning be, my Lord? What would a day be, my Lord? What would LIFE be, my
Lord? Without You? Our way to You is Mary. Mary our Mother. You have given us Your Mother
in Your dying Breaths, my Lord Thank You, Jesus, for Mary. Holiest of Mothers, thank you
for all your yeses. Thank you for your Love. Your undying guidance. The Gentleness of your
hand. That you would so lovingly bring us to Jesus. That through Jesus we might come to
the Father. For this Feast of Visitation, thank You, O God. That we might join with our
Holy Mother to proclaim Your Greatness, Your Goodness, O Lord.
My Son is pleased with the efforts of His children. All who harken to His Word will
find reward in the consolations to each heart.
I am the Mother of Jesus. Children, do you know what this means? Learn For I needed to
learn, too. The Magnificence of God has Bequeathed Himself to His children. And He has
ordained that He Who is God should enter this world in the uniqueness of my womb.
My children, I would gather you like rosebuds and lay you in my mantle and present you
to our God. Yes, lambs of my Son. I would make YOU the roses which fill my cloak. And I
would impress you to my heart. My heart is Immaculate by the Hand of Almighty God. All
that is Good is by the Hand of God. All that IS is by the Hand of God. Every breath, every
life, every thought is possible by the Hand of God. And why? I have asked myself this so
often in my youth! Because God is Love. Love has entered the world through my womb. Love
has preserved me from sin, but not from sorrow. O children, not from sorrow. Sorrow has
been permitted to me. Pain has been permitted to me. The wound of my heart. And a sword
does hurt, my children. The twisting of it within me by the hands of recalcitrant
children. Pray for your own soul first, and then for the children who turn the sword in my
heart by their own hands.
Come, and see the flower, the lily of life, which bursts forth in new growth from the
sorrow I bear. Shed your tears for your sisters and brothers who would turn the sword.
Pray for all those who would inflict harm upon and from within the beauty of the Mother,
Church.
Who is Church? Each of you. And each one who inflicts damages against another is
harming the entire Church: every lamb: every brother, every sister. None escape the
twisting of the sword. All feel the heat of the wound. And all will benefit from enduring
it. All will benefit from the new life of growth from the presence of the wound.
O lambs, I look down upon you. From so many places on this earth do I look at you. Do
you not see my arms outstretched? To gather you and to take you to my Son? Why would you
resist this gentle hand which God has given me? It is to bring you to God. Just as my womb
was used to bring God to man. I am the servant of the Lord.
Visitation. A longing to be with one in need. A longing to be needed. A longing to
serve. And the recognition of Goodness contained in the act, is God knowing God. For, God
is present to His people. The Spirit’s indwelling is in each man and in each woman.
And the recognition of the Presence of God is the true cause for Joy among the people!
That God would visit us, dear children. Come, rejoice in the Glory of God with us! Reflect
within the words which have spilled forth from my lips. That Love has risen within me.
Love has spilled forth and been recognized. Love loves His people. And the pain of the
sword is shielded by the Love for which it is present. For, to serve is to Love. In sorrow
and in pain. To Love. To serve. To be. In God. God has visited His people! Come, rejoice!
And children, do remain! Come in prayer. Come in reconciliation. Come
forth in Joy from your suffering. Come to me, and I shall take you
home. Where you may live even now: in the Arms of my Son. In the Arms
of God. Forever, stay forever in His Grace. Leave not Grace behind.
for in Grace there is life. Life in God. God in you. A oneness beyond
any belief you now have. Oneness in God. Unity in God. Praise be to
God. Amen. (I love you, my dearest, fairest, Mother. Amen.) +
(Zeph. 3:14-18//Rom. 12:9-16; Is. 12:2-6; Luke 1:39-56)
With Love, in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
His Sarah