Messages From on High
"I am the Way to a True Life in Me"
Message 518
Title: " Be carried on the Breath of God to just where He would plant you. "
(Notebook XLIV, pp. 180--185)
Live + Jesus
Saturday, May 23, 1998
Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,
Child, write these Words:
Now is the time that I would take to talk to each of My children. Sit down, little ones, for your Father would tell you a story.
My lambs, there are weeds in the garden. And they are called dandelion. But I would raise up, even the weeds. For I Love all My Creation. Grass is the nation of My people. Fields and fields of grass. And though all green, there are varieties within varieties. Some are wild grasses and others tamed. Some growing where they will: the most unpredictable of places. Others on fine lawns. Others on hillsides. Sprigs on mountain tops and even in the deepest valleys. In caverns deep, the grass becomes moss. But see! There is a growth over all My earth! And sprinkled generously on so many lawns are dandelions. Weeds to some, to be removed. Stalks of strength, markers of life. Variety. Growth. Green. Swept by the wind. Planted by time. Growing. Growing. Growing..... Variety! Weeds among the grass. Variety in My people.
Perspective is your look on life. A weed? A flower? Do you remember when? .....When you bundled the dandelions and brought your bouquet.....to your mother, your father, your teacher, your loved one? O child! I had watched you gather, with Love, the flowers so yellow which you held in your hands. And when they had died upon their stalk, I watched you blow them to My winds. That the process should continue. But you were told to make a wish. That each escaping pod would bear your heart. And I have caught every desire, My little darling child: My son, My daughter, My child! My child! My child! I shall always call you as My child! The world calls you "old" but you are My child! The world calls you "immature" but you are My child.
Bring Me your dandelions. For I see their life. I see their beauty and I would tell you, My child, to be like this gift you have given to Me. Grow strong, deep rooted. And tall: be the marker that *I* in you, do exist. Be bright as the sun. As yellow, seen, noticed, on the carpet of the grass of My people. Be mature and burst forth. Spread the Good News of My Son. Be carried on the Breath of God to just where He would plant you. And put down your roots and grow and mature and repeat, again, the process: Cover the land! Be little, My child. If you are great in the eyes of the world, be little in Me. You have been given a very great gift if here you are great; because as you bow, all will come to notice Me. And if you are small in the eyes of the world, I look on you bowed now, and I see you are great. For I hold all Creation, especially My Own, in the Palm of My Hand. You are Here, My bouquet. I look and am delighted. I see never a weed! I see Life. I see Love. I see Me!
How silly a story? Would this Word spoken fall from the Mouth of your Lord? Too simple, you say? For I am so great? Yes, I am. And it is YOU who are small. But I talk to you now as a Father to son. As a Daddy to daughter. In tempo to some. For a Father tells stories that soon will be life. When His children start growing: your hearts filled with Life. Life from the Father. And Life from the Son. And Life from the Spirit. Your Godhead. We are One. How different, this Message! Yes! My Words seem strange. I am God, your Creator. And Father is My Name. Abba means Daddy. I ask now, My child: Will you come to your Father, and spend just awhile? I would have you stay forever. But free will is My Gift. And I pray you accept it. From Life you would sip. True Life in Me. I am Father of All. Of My Son. Of My children. Of Creation, the world. I am Poet. I am God. I am Father of all.
Poetry, My children, is the free flow of heart. And in this case it is the flow of My Own. Today, this is My Gift to you. May you be the Gift returned to Me. O little dandelions! I would hold you in My Hands! Come! Be! In Me! My Heart is open. My Arms are Warm with Love! God is your FATHER, children. God, your Father, is LOVE! Amen. +
(Acts 18:23-28; Ps. 47:2-3, 8-9, 10; Jn. 16:23-28)
With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah
