Message 409
"I have come to suffer all wounds, that you might place your every
woe in Me."
(Notebook XLI, pp. 117--122)
Live + Jesus
Tuesday, February 3, 1998
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
My little one, write these Words for Me. For once again, I
would instruct My people. (Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!!)
Trust. Faith. Love. Life. Glory. In
Me. How shall you come, here to My Side? What shall bring you?
What shall draw you? Will My Simplicity? Will My Grandeur?
Will it be My Ability to heal you? Will it be My Ability to sit and
be with you, in My Perfect Compassion? How shall we be together,
you and I?
O glorious child, do you not see the Glory within you? Did
you not think that I was here, within you? I see the suffering of
your body. I see the pain in your mind. I see your wounded
spirit. I see this, all. I see you ache. I see you cry.
Come, now. For I would show you My Hands. See the Wounds so
deep. See the Wound in My Side. Water and Blood has flowed
from this place. My Crown was one of thorns. Its imprint.
See it here. Some are crowned for the beauty My Father has created.
But I have been crowned for the Love that I bear. For I would not
deny you your place in Salvific History. I wear the Crown you
have permitted Me to wear. My Feet are pierced. See them.
These Feet. With Which I have walked to heal you of YOUR wounds.
For all the pain My Body has endured, it is the Abandonment, the
Loneliness which hurt the most. That those who I have loved have
left my Side. O! I have loved you! And yet, you have
left Me alone. Loneliness, dear children, is a VERY deep wound!
Exclusivity to the exclusion of Me. That others were held up [prophets]
by the hands who would teach [pharisees] and yet, their eyes
were so blind! They could not see ME! But I see hearts.
And the pain I have endured at the sight of stony hearts crushes Me to
My Very Bones! Have I stubbed My Toe on your heart? Have I
become trapped in your closed mind? Am I trapped in the wax which
blocks your hearing? Should you cross the street to avoid Me?
Lest My Word would touch your heart? Is My Word, to you, like leprosy?
Do you run in fear lest you catch it from Me?
O CHILDREN! I CRY OUT TO YOU NOW! CAN YOU HEAR ME?
NO? O! MY VOICE IS PARCHED! For too long it has been
scalded by the insults of the enemy! For too long I have heard the
Name of My Father scorned in attack. My Name is the brunt of insult,
rather than the cry of the poor!
And yet, you come to Me. To ask Me. For cures.
For answers. For help. And I look on you. And I Love
you. And I give you what you need. And you want more.
But you have not begun to use all of what I have already given.
Little ones, come to Me. Never fear My Presence. I have
a soft spot in My Heart for you. My Love precedes My Touch.
I have given My All and Everything for you. For all time I have given
it. That you would be whole! That you would be Mine!
We. Us. One. That you would choose to be with Me in any
way; I will accept it.
As the Water and Blood have flowed from My Side, so does My Mercy.
Know this, children: This is the Hour of My Mercy. Come here
and be bathed in My Sweet Love. My Kindness is Perfect. My
Love Everlasting. My Gentleness can cradle every broken heart.
There is no pain you have endured, or will endure, that I do not already
know! I have come to suffer all wounds, that you might place your
every woe in Me. Let My Compassion wrap its arms around you.
Let My Love absorb you. Come to Me all who labour and are weary,
for I will give you rest. My Body is an Ocean of Mercy. Come
and be healed by My Touch. But know that I know you best. And
My Touch heals perfectly. My Love reaches beyond all bounds.
My Love created you. My Love will bring you Home to Me. My
Love will comfort you where you are. My Love Desires your company.
Your nod, your "yes," your spirit. Would you receive Me as I receive
you? One in suffering. One in Love. One in Life.
One in Me, as I am in thee. Can you see it? My Glory?
It is called union. Perfect union. Of you. To Me.
Amen. +
(2 Sm. 18:9-10, 14, 24-25, 30-19:3; Ps. 86:1-6, Mk. 5:21-43)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah
