How long will you hide from me, My Beloved? Just how far will you run? Time and time again, I remind you of the power of my Love. Do you not know by now that there is no place I am unwilling to go in order to seek out my chosen ones? Neither death nor hell lay beyond my reach, yet you persist in a futile attempt to flee. This world is at my fingertips just as your heart once was.
Do you worry about tomorrow? Faithlessness is the way of death. It is only through believing in me that life exists. Have you not enough troubles for today? Why clench and hoard your sins daily as one in love with silly things cherished and valued more than me?
Do you love me more than these? Yes, you say with your lips, though your heart remains mute and your feet, stagnant. Prove me wrong and leave your enemies confounded. Feed my sheep with every single breath that you take. Let not a single thought escape your lips without first passing through a refiner’s fire.
Return to my Altar, my Beloved, and believe in my Presence as a little child. Then and only then will your affairs will be in order. It is by letting go of your life that grace will sustain it. There is no other way. You know this, don’t you? Ah yes, you have been hearing it more and more here recently, have you not? This is because the time has come for My Son’s Return and the rapture of all forsaken hearts.
Oftentimes I am asked when my Only Begotten will come again to wash away all the pain and hurt and sadness that exists in the world. The answer is simple. When will you have Him? But you say to me, I invited Him into my heart long ago! Then tell me, why does your so-called Savior still stand at your door knocking? Clear your inn, lest you be evicted. The halls of hell are lined with those whose cardinal sin was presumption.
Seek my will, my child, for I have called your name. No creature’s will, however strong and free it may be, can ever overpower that of your Almighty Father. Just as I bend the knees of queens and break the crowns of kings, it is often the case that I must first shatter hearts in order to rebuild them in my image once more. I Am that I Am. I Will Be that I Will Be.
Be ye not dismayed or troubled or weary on this often tumultuous road of roads which extends from the deepest, darkest corners of your lofty heart all the way to my Sacred and Immaculate Abode. Every bump and bruise and scraped knee you have ever received, inflicted or nursed has been a stepping stone to your salvation. Don’t you see that I willed it better for good to come from evil than for evil to never exist? You know this. You have seen my glory. So what makes you doubt me now?
Come, the disciple whom I love. I will show you the secret to life. Before beginning your day, remember that it is not your own. Cherish it. Share it. Embrace every obstacle and unite it to my Cross. My yolk will only burden as gently as your station requires of me. Though hindsight may fail you like clockwork in such amnesia of the soul, take a step of faith. I will remind you of the Way.
Slow down. Be. Love. Be loved. That is all I have ever asked of you. Nothing less. Nothing more.
Trust in me.