Monday, October 13, 1997
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
Lord, I sit before You: this bag of bones. Tired. Head bobbing.
And for all the words I have struggled to offer You, it is this moment of silence
that I have cherished the most. I have tried to present You with formal prayer and
routine, and I see it, Lord, as so imperfect. So "malformed." I have
sat before You, my God, and offered You words of a sincere heart which have poured out of
a tired brain and mouth. Holy Mother Mary, I have offered you a Rosary of fatigue.
How unworthy I am to sit here before You, O God. Yet, my Lord, I offer myself
to You. Because "me" is all I have to give. And I would rather be
here, O Lord, than in bed. And so, Lord, I offer You the missing hours of sleep and
a bobbing head, and a grateful heart. That I can BE here before You. Thank
You, God, for BEING. Thank You, God, for loving me as I am.
Listening, child. What do you hear? (My Lord.....I do hear You in the
silence of my heart. I hear the squawking of a bird and the answer of his mate.
I hear the readying of our son for school. I hear the pen scratching its way
over this page. I hear my breath, which only now, is a little more awake in Your
Holy Presence. That is what I hear, my Lord.....and too, the ticking of the clock.)
All sounds awake in a new day. Children, hear Me. So many search for Me.
But how do you find Me? And why do you seek Me? And what do
you offer Me? And what do you expect of Me? What must I do to impress your
belief? What have I not already done? What more can I give?
Children, I Love you. I give you My Love. How do I show it? What
is the Sign? My Son. My Mercy. My Patience. I give this all to
you. All you have seen. And you have known. But.....
How do you live it? Do you live as though God is with you? Children,
lambs, I challenge you What more could I do? Do I still feed you?
Nourish you? Grace you? Call to you? But, you would have it to be easy.
Behold My Son. The Crucified Lord. Here is the Sign, held high on a
Tree. Here is the place of all Forgiveness raised, high on a hill to Me. Here,
for once, has all sin been resolved. Now it is for you to approach this Cross with
Love and Repentance. This is where you will be healed.
Come, little ones, recognize the Presence of your God in this world! Look
around you! Here I am! Listen! Here I am.
O man! O man! Soar above the confines of this earth! Seek a higher
plain! Meet Me in your heart! Recognize My Presence there! Leave behind
the weights of this world! Come! Enter the sanctity of your soul! See!
You have searched for the meaning, and it is Me! I am here! I knew you
would get lost along the way, and so I have entered your being. Here I am. And
so, too, are you! Together, you and I. In the quiet. No need for the
attention of another. I have you, and you have Me. Here, in our moment.
Release yourself, O child of Mine, here into My Holy Spirit. Let there be a burst of
Light as we meet, as we kiss: the Spirit of God to the spirit of man. In this
moment of outward silence, there is praise in a heart. In THIS praise there is
perfection. There is union: of you unto Me. I have made a new
sign! It is YOU! And I raise you up for all the world to see! God has
entered humanity. Born, lived, died, risen, ascended! Hope! Hope has
entered humanity! Transformation of man from conversion!
A process! A sign! Of Hope! I am here! I remake My people!
Come, little ones! I will ignite you! I will remake you! And I
will hang you high in My Sky like a morning star. All will look and see and know
that God has done this! I will remake you! I will make of you My Sign.
On you I will paint My Presence. On you I will proclaim My Love. I do not
reserve Myself for just a few. I reserve Myself for YOU. Amen.
(Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of Your Faithful, and enkindle in us, the Fire
of Your Love. Send forth Your Spirit, and we shall be created and You will renew the
Face of Your Earth. Amen. Alleluia. Maranatha. Amen.) +
(Rom. 1:1-7; Ps. 98:1-4; Lk. 11:29-32)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah