May 20, l999:
Dearest sweetest Father:
Thank You for this glorious day. I love You ; I adore You ; I worship You .
Dearest daughter, My own: You are with Me now and this pleases Me. Comfort is a gift to be shared by all My children. Comfort is empathy and compassion for someone who is suffering or in pain. Am I not in pain, daughter? Do I not grieve for each child who refuses to know, love, and honor Me, their one true God and Father? Would I not be cruel and heartless if I did not intensely feel the loss of even one child—for each is My own, born of My heart and loved into existence. Now imagine the deep well of grief I experience over the loss of so many of My little ones—lost to self, lost to power, lost to greed, lost to pride, lost to disobedience, lost to willfullness, lost to apathy, lost to hate, lost to lust, lost to self abuse and self indulgence. How I cry for these children. Do I love them less? Do I forget them? Do I abandon them? Do I reject them? No. Look at My eyes, daughter of My heart. Are these not tears? Can you not feel My pain? Can you not help share My grief? In this way, you comfort Me. Because in feeling My grief, you pray for all My prodigal children who have yet to come home—those who still wander at will, far from their home—with Me. Pray for them, Barbara Rose. Plead for My mercy. Offer Me the pain that you feel for them and for your Father. Allow your compassion to draw you ever close to Me, and in offering your suffering to Me, you draw your brothers and sisters ever closer.
How is this so, Father?
I tell you, little one, when any one of My children places themselves at My feet to plead for mercy for any one of their brothers and sisters, this draws My heart closer to that person through the heart of the one who asks. Do you under-stand? As you approach My heart through the heart of your Mother Mary and Jesus your Savior, I, too, journey to those who would deny Me, through the heart of another who feels compassion and love for that person—one heart in another and so it goes—love is the energy of the heart and by this means you come to Me and I come to you. All those that will call Me—I will enter you and warm you with My compassionate and merciful love. You seem amazed by this revelation, Barbara Rose. Is it not clear and understandable?
Yes, Father, it does make such perfect sense that I am amazed that it never occurred to me before .
It is like a journey through hearts. Is this correct? Yes, this has always been the means by which I approach you. Likewise, as My children, this is how you approach Me. We are a family, daughter. We are true family—the family of God. This has not been fully comprehended or appreciated up to this time. But now this family, this relationship between Father and child must be more fully explored. I have spoken with you on this subject before. Perhaps My discussion with you this evening will assist in this process. I come to all who ask Me—and then you carry Me in your hearts to those who have need of Me, those who have yet to know, love, and honor Me, those who feel abandoned or rejected, those who are hard of heart. Yes, to these I will come—if you will only ask. Speak of this to those who will listen—and bring My peace to this tormented world. My peace. Shalom.
Phil 4:9, 12-14—“The things which you have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, these do ye, and the God of peace shall be with you….I know both how to be brought low, and I know how to abound: (everywhere, and in all things I am instructed) both to be full, and to be hungry; both to abound, and to suffer need. I can do all things in him who strengthens me. Nevertheless, you have done well in communicating to My tribulation.”
Dearest sweetest Father:
Thank You for this glorious day. I love You ; I adore You ; I worship You .
Dearest daughter, My own: You are with Me now and this pleases Me. Comfort is a gift to be shared by all My children. Comfort is empathy and compassion for someone who is suffering or in pain. Am I not in pain, daughter? Do I not grieve for each child who refuses to know, love, and honor Me, their one true God and Father? Would I not be cruel and heartless if I did not intensely feel the loss of even one child—for each is My own, born of My heart and loved into existence. Now imagine the deep well of grief I experience over the loss of so many of My little ones—lost to self, lost to power, lost to greed, lost to pride, lost to disobedience, lost to willfullness, lost to apathy, lost to hate, lost to lust, lost to self abuse and self indulgence. How I cry for these children. Do I love them less? Do I forget them? Do I abandon them? Do I reject them? No. Look at My eyes, daughter of My heart. Are these not tears? Can you not feel My pain? Can you not help share My grief? In this way, you comfort Me. Because in feeling My grief, you pray for all My prodigal children who have yet to come home—those who still wander at will, far from their home—with Me. Pray for them, Barbara Rose. Plead for My mercy. Offer Me the pain that you feel for them and for your Father. Allow your compassion to draw you ever close to Me, and in offering your suffering to Me, you draw your brothers and sisters ever closer.
How is this so, Father?
I tell you, little one, when any one of My children places themselves at My feet to plead for mercy for any one of their brothers and sisters, this draws My heart closer to that person through the heart of the one who asks. Do you under-stand? As you approach My heart through the heart of your Mother Mary and Jesus your Savior, I, too, journey to those who would deny Me, through the heart of another who feels compassion and love for that person—one heart in another and so it goes—love is the energy of the heart and by this means you come to Me and I come to you. All those that will call Me—I will enter you and warm you with My compassionate and merciful love. You seem amazed by this revelation, Barbara Rose. Is it not clear and understandable?
Yes, Father, it does make such perfect sense that I am amazed that it never occurred to me before .
It is like a journey through hearts. Is this correct? Yes, this has always been the means by which I approach you. Likewise, as My children, this is how you approach Me. We are a family, daughter. We are true family—the family of God. This has not been fully comprehended or appreciated up to this time. But now this family, this relationship between Father and child must be more fully explored. I have spoken with you on this subject before. Perhaps My discussion with you this evening will assist in this process. I come to all who ask Me—and then you carry Me in your hearts to those who have need of Me, those who have yet to know, love, and honor Me, those who feel abandoned or rejected, those who are hard of heart. Yes, to these I will come—if you will only ask. Speak of this to those who will listen—and bring My peace to this tormented world. My peace. Shalom.
Phil 4:9, 12-14—“The things which you have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, these do ye, and the God of peace shall be with you….I know both how to be brought low, and I know how to abound: (everywhere, and in all things I am instructed) both to be full, and to be hungry; both to abound, and to suffer need. I can do all things in him who strengthens me. Nevertheless, you have done well in communicating to My tribulation.”
Too often we feel helpless when we see people suffer, but we are not. Our Father is all powerful and all loving, and He desires that we offer to Him the pain we feel when we see others in pain. When we feel helpless it is not hopeless even when we can not do anything tangible to help the situation. It is our love that can move God to intervene. So we needn't worry or be anxious or find a way to escape. We can allow our love to feel the pain and compassion and offer it to Our Father who then draws that person's heart to Himself where they can find the best help, A God and Father who made them and loves them infinitely. Our pain is not useless, our love gives it power to help others heal, and that gives it dignity and value and purpose. It is then noble. It makes us Princes and Princesses of the King of Kings, Children of the Father, Heirs to the Kingdom. Amen.
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