“Rejoice, you barren one who bore no children;
break forth and shout, you who were not in labor;
for more numerous are the children of the deserted
one than of her who has a husband.”
“Raise a glad cry, you barren one who did not
bear, break forth in jubilant song, you who
were not in labor, For more numerous are the
children of the deserted wife than the children
of her who has a husband, says the LORD.”
have no idea, Little One ...
You do not see what
you mean to the world.
Even less do you see what you mean to Me, my spouse and
Oh, yes, I keep
track of all your sorrows. I have collected all your tears
in my bottle. I have recorded each one ...
You think you are hidden under a bushel ... You do not see
how your light shines in the world!
So much is hidden from you, my child. Sometimes ... even
yourself. And sometimes, more painfully ... yes, even
But I have never abandoned you. I have never forsaken you.
Not for a moment have I lost sight of you, nor for an instant
have I been heedless of you; never have I forgotten you.
In the sacred corridors of your heart I have walked with
you when none have suspected your desolation. I know of
your loneliness, my beloved, and in the watches of the night
I have seen tears well up in your eyes. Do you think that
I am blind to them? How they burned on my heart as they
burned on your cheek!
You are pained by doubt. Sometimes you question your vocation.
Visions rise before you. A family. Children. I see how this
pains your heart.
"Lord, I have given everything up for you..."
Yes, my child. For me. How much you love
me! How I yearn to hear you say this, too!
Do you think that I am blind to what you have forsaken for
me? As each spouse forsakes every other in the world for
the one, you have forsaken every other ... and more
– for me.
Oh, my child and my beloved, my bride and my spouse...!
Do you think that I have left you barren? Have I not taken
you to myself?
Behold ... I have made you the mother of many! ... Of numberless
children who will not cease to gather at your feet. I have
kept my pledge. Everyone who has left houses or brothers
or sisters or father or mother or children or fields for
my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit
you are mother to the motherless!
You are the irreplaceable love
of a mother that so, so many need ... and, so sadly,
do not have in this world which spurns its children.
You are Mary in this world
are the pledge of my love ... for you are Mine ... and because
we are one, your love in the world is a testimony of My
love for the sons and daughters of men.
You know that I did not leave my children orphans when I
returned to my Father ... no ... I left them you.
In your love, in your heart, in your beauty, you gather
to yourself all who would come to me.
up your eyes, daughter of the Most High God – and see the
swallows, so many and so lost, whose only place in this
world is in the Altar – and behold, I have made your heart
an Altar unto Me. They flock to you. I Who have called,
have also counted each one.
As any mother, some of your children are wayward ... the
world will abandon them, but you will not. They know this.
You are a fixed star in the firmament of my love. When they
have nothing, they know that they have a mother, a sister,
a child who will never turn them away. They know they have
you because you have Me.
Your children abound
clothed you in poverty, set you free through obedience,
adorned you in chastity, embraced so many of you in enclosure.
Do not cast off the raiment with which you were first attired.
The world changes. But I do not change. I am the same; yesterday,
today, and forever.
How the world longs for My Holy Mother, Mary! They must
find her in you. If they do not find her in you, they will
find her nowhere. The veil that anointed her in the blood
of her Son ... do not cast it off for the ways of the world,
my little one. Shall you be like unto her ... or to the
world? For whom, my child, does the world long?
Behold your children: they are sick and despondent from
the ways of the world ... do not conform yourself to the
world. Bring the world to Me!
You must see, my child, that you are a sign. A sign of contradiction;
of things unchanging and everlasting in a world upon which
no man or woman can set their hearts, for it changes, embracing
today what it will spurn tomorrow; a world littered with
the dreams ... and even the children ... your children ...it
once called, and whom it no longer finds useful.
Go, gather your children! My children! They seek you! How
painfully they have known the ways of the world: you can
number its scars ... even its wounds ... upon their precious
bodies, their vulnerable hearts. Do not be like unto the
world that has done this to them.
up your veil ... and if the world hates you, remember that
it hated me first. In all things be like unto your Mother
Mary ... and not the world. Do not conceal your betrothal
to me, arraying yourself as one of the world. Adorn yourself
as my bride. Have I not chosen you?
In the cool of the evening I will walk with thee in the
garden of our love, and we will talk. In the whispering
trees you will hear My song to thee ... and you will know
that you have chosen well. For who will love thee as I love
thee? If your years are many or few, it matters not. I have
made an everlasting abode, a dwelling place eternal in your
heart, a place of unspeakable beauty. For in all things
you are mine. And in all things, ever and always, I am yours.
thee! Unutterably! Unspeakably ... Eternally!
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opera tua ... quia modicum habes virtutem, et
servasti verbum Meum, nec non negasti Nomen
know your works ... that you have but little
power, and yet you have kept My word, and have
not denied My Name.”
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