"As You died upon Your Cross, Mother’s Heart broke at her loss. Heart of
Jesus, love proclaimed, beating, bleeding, we are saved." O Jesus, thank You for
Motherhood. Father, thank You for creating Life that I might know Motherhood. Holy Spirit,
thank You for Baptism that I might feel the closer bond to my sons in that moment when
they became more than MY sons, in union here within Your Church. O, Holy Moment of
Cleansing and bond of union in Mother Church! Through the Joy of Motherhood my Lord,
pierces sorrows, those moments of helplessness when a mother must stand by and see the
pain of her child. O Holy Mother! I can barely empathize with you in the intense sorrow
you have borne with Jesus. And in reading today, Luke 2:33-35, I have been struck deeply
by Verse 35, "And you yourself a sword will pierce, so that the thoughts of many
hearts will be revealed." And all I can envision is a flowing, a gushing of blood.
From your heart, Holy Mother. Flowing in union with the Blood from the Side of Jesus. And
for some reason there is a certain refreshment here. For the Sorrow and Pain which flows
is as a source of Life. A place of Refuge. A place of total Honesty and Understanding.
Where anything and everything may be brought and fully understood by you, Holy Mother. For
you are the Mother of Jesus; the Mother of God. He is Flesh of your flesh. Bone of your
bone. Yet He is YOUR God. And you have seen Him die. And, Mother of mothers, I KNOW you
have suffered. And still do you suffer as you see people ignore this Love Which He bears
for us. O, Mother of Sorrows, pray for us. Amen!!
My Mother’s heart, child. We shall write of My Mother’s heart. (O!
Jesus! I bow in Reverence for the Love You bear Your Mother!!)
Child, she is your Mother, too. Come O lambs of Mine. Come, O children of Mary, be one
in Me. Come forth and know My Mother well.
Listen, lambs. There is a secret in My Heart. And I would share it with you now. This
Secret has a very deep root. So deep is this root that it can never be removed from My Own
Heart. It is the Love I bear My Mother. Deep down within My Own Heart is the Love for My
Mother, piercing My Own Heart, even as the Sorrows she has borne for Me have pierced her
precious heart. O children, do not be superficial in your understanding of this flow of
Love between My Mother and Me. Come to meditate, here in My Presence, upon this flow of
Love between our Two Hearts. (O Jesus! Suddenly I am filled with a vision of a great and
powerful waterfall. Yet for all its power, it is Gentle and Beautiful. And there is such
whiteness to the flow of rushing water. And the mist which rises glistens as a cloud. And
it attracts me, as if to enter!!)
Daughter, this is Life. Refreshing Life which results from the Love pouring forth from
these Wounded Hearts of My Mother and Me. O LAMBS, CAN YOU NOT SEE IT? We have touched!
Humanity and God have touched! And by the Power of obedient Love, have I entered this
world. And My Eyes have seen Life grow from within this holy of holies. My Mother’s
Womb. And it is from here My Ears have heard the warm loving, beat of a heart so pure. O!
How I would embrace that which these small Hands could not reach: the Heart of My Mother!
My Love, children.....I pause .....I sigh.....My Love for My Mother is intense! I must
compose Myself, children. You have no idea.....O lambs.....I LOVE MY MOTHER. [Jesus said
this with a loud Cry of Love.]
What could I do, here, in My dying Breath? I have been strapped and nailed to My Cross
of Salvation. Here, pleasing My Father’s Love for all men. Here, looking out as the
pain from My Heart intensifies. I see the pain in the eyes of My Mother. And that heart
which I have heard as a Babe in her womb.....it is breaking; broken; like My Own in this
moment of horrific torture. We can look in our eyes to one another. We can no longer
touch. And it is as though she feels My Every Pain. I can feel her Love trying to soothe
My Feet, My Hands, My Face. To once more soothe My Head. To wipe away My Blood, My Tears.
To comfort Me. But she stares upon Me. Only her heart can now be extended to Me. It
touches Me. Here. In the depth of this root of Love. Deep within My Own.
How deep is the Love of a heart to a heart! What Peace it can bring in a moment of
sorrow! How its Love can pour forth and comfort! All distance melted in a moment of Love.
As I gave My Last Breath and My Spirit to My Father, I have given to My Mother, My Heart.
And she has comforted Me. Washed Me clean now with her own tears. And I Love her. >From
this Depth of this Place Which I have now shared with you. My children. Her own now. From
This Place of My Cross.
Children. Can you feel the Beauty of it entering your spirit? This union of Love! This
Heart to heart! This exchange of Love. This Intimate Union! This Glorious Moment when
death becomes Life. When Life never dies. When Love is Eternal. When "yes" is
forever. When Glory and Life rise in the Loving Heart of a Mother for her Son. When a Son
can be buried in the Loving Heart of His Mother! O CHILDREN! Such UNION!
I pause, Myself, and I bow. With Reverence, OF THE MOMENT.
Thank You, Father! For this Moment!
Thank You, Father! For this Mother!
Thank You, Father! For her tears!
Thank You, Father! For My Mother!
Thank You, Father! For this Heart so Precious, which now kisses Mine for all Eternity!
Heart to heart, Father! Humanity kissing Divinity:
God’s Lips upon humanity! O Father! A Life given! Hers! Mine! In Love! To YOU,
Father! O Father! See us! We are united in burning Love for You. Now, Father! Let us rise
and become visible! To all mankind, Father. That they may come to this Place of
Refreshment! Of union! Of Love!
O Heavenly Father, I beg You! Let us Rise! Let Love Rise, Father.
Now, Father. Please, Father. As You Will, Father. Amen, Father.
Amen. +
(Heb. 5:7-9; Ps. 31:2-6,15-16,20; Jn. 19:25-27)