Title:  "You spend far too much time in the desert wastelands of your minds, little ones."

(Notebook 56, pp. 123--127)

Live  †  Jesus

Saturday, November 13, 1999

Dear Jesus and Holy Mother,

[Jesus speaks.....]
Little ones, DO hear Me.  Before you cross through the river of life, before the dry land is laid under your feet, your whole being must become prepared to accept the New Life which I give to you.  Depending on where you are in life, this may occur again and again.  For temptation can be a valued teacher when you turn to Me constantly.  In all things, be in prayer.  Again I say:  In ALL things be in prayer.  For your Lord and Master, Who I am, hears your cry.  How I answer, and when, is the moment of Glory I permit in your presence.  But I assure you, little ones, I most CERTAINLY hear all which rises from your harts, your minds, your souls.  The speed with which I answer is no indication of  My lack of hearing, but moreso, with the perfection of the moment in which I give My Answer.  In the meanwhile, does your trust grow.....or falter?  Ah!  I am teaching, always, your heart to turn to Me through every trial, every glory.  You spend far too much time in the desert wastelands of your minds, little ones.  And the dust storms of your minds give way to confusion in your words.  Had you endured in your focus on Me, all would have been more speedily resolved.

Why is it so hard to turn to Me first?  Why is it so hard to endure?  Why do you rely, all too often, on your own weakness rather than upon My Strength?  Why, O why, O children, do you do these things, over and over and over again?  Do you truly prefer the desert wasteland to My Oasis?  Do you prefer YOUR own aridity, that which I had not intended for you, to My Life-Giving Grace?  Why do you accuse Me of not hearing, when it is YOU who are too busy filling the air with YOUR voice to hear My quiet, still, Answer?

Ah!  But I am a God of Mercy.  Patience and Endurance are Mine.  And I use them again as I paint My Finger through your life.  That I might lead you home to Me.  Through the desert, your own.  Through the high waters, your own.  Through the tears, your own.  Into My Love.  My Own.  My Own.  My Own.  My Own.....YOU!.....It is, afterall, about you and I.  Where you are in Me.  Where you permit Me to be in you.  Where we are.....we.....us.....you.....I.  Are we one yet?  Shall we remain thus?  My Grace is sufficient for you.  Are you satisfied with what I give to you?  I am Perfection, afterall.

Perfection is the Grace which I am giving to you.  Come, be Perfected, refashioned in My Hand.  It can only be accomplished through true, sincere prayer.  Willingness!  In Me.  Now and forever.  Amen.    †

(Wis. 18:14-16, 19:6-9; Ps. 105:2-3, 36-37, 42-43; Lk. 18:1-8)

With Love, in the Two Hearts,
His Sarah