December 30, 2000:
Dearest sweetest Papa:
I love You; I adore You; I worship You! I consecrate myself entirely to You.
Forever! May Your will be done. This is the second to the last day of this
year (and millennium). This year has been turbulent at best. On all levels,
Father. But I believe there has been much good that was born of much
suffering. Dear Father, my wish on this day is that all Your children return
home to You. That we are all home together as a family.
What should I do? I guess I have a need to set my sights and proceed. But
I am never given the insight or certainty to take a step “now.” So much
of what You’ve shared with me seems far off in the future. Perhaps this is
because whatever I am supposed to do still has factors that are not complete
or in place yet. Do I think too highly of myself? Do I think I am supposed to
do extraordinary things for You, Father? If I am pretentious or misguided,
please forgive me, enlighten me, and guide me. I feel such a need to do the
things we’ve discussed. For instance, I now believe I’m called to share the
image of Your divine paternal Heart. I also feel drawn now to formulate the
foundational guidelines for a community consecrated to You. Father, if this
is Your will, please make it perfectly clear. And then there is the question
of work [interruption].
Father, sometime I think I feel You inside me, living in me, experiencing
the world and interacting with the world through me. Father, I love You
so much.
I pray for the world,
I pray for the Holy Father,
I pray for Your Apostolate,
I pray for my family,
I pray for my friends,
I pray for a job where I may serve You better,
I pray for these things in the coming year.
Father, I also pray for every single person who needs prayers. All Your needy
children.
Help me to love better and more,
Help me to forgive better and more.
Please grant me more patience.
Let me see all people as You see them, especially myself.
Let me live my love for You more fully.
I feel like a bud ready to bloom, but something holds me back.
Let me understand, accept, and fulfill Your Will for Me.
I give myself to You!
[I see the cottage and it looks abandoned and overgrown this time. There
is no life in it. But I feel as if this is a holy place and I want to kiss it. Why
have I seen so many images of woods, lakes, and cottages? What are these
places?
I see a path in front of the cottage. It is in the woods and is surrounded and
overgrown with greenery. I keep seeing the wooden porch and steps. I feel
the wood and touch the windows with my lips. I am alone. And the sun is
filtering through the canopy of trees. And it touches me on the porch and
it feels warm and alive. The palms of my hands have that feeling again.]
I have invited you here to listen to what I have to say to those who enter this,
My house:
Never be afraid; I grant you peace.
Never cry alone; I AM with you.
Never stop believing that I exist; I AM.
This home has been provided for My children on their journey. It is a waysta-
tion for belief and refreshment. It is made of the wood of the Cross. And the
window panes of the soul. And the fire inside is My heart beating in yours.
May I enter, little ones? May I come in? I knock at the door. I peer through
the windows. I call your name. I know you are there. This is the waystation
on your journey—it carries you home. There was a before and there will be
an after. And the greenery is life. Stoke the fires of your heart where the flame
of My love resides. Wipe clean the windows of your soul so that you might see
more clearly. When you inhabit this little house, the soul, I will come to visit. I
will knock on your door and when you open the door, I will enter in. Some day
when it is time, I will come to take you with Me. And you will leave this little
waystation of the soul. But for now, greet those who pass you by. Welcome
them in. Let them rest on your steps. And provide them with nourishment and
comfort. Make your house pleasant and warm, beckoning to all that I send
you on this journey of life in the garden of My heart. Shalom, little one.
Rom 15:1-3—“Now we that are stronger, ought to bear the infirmities of the
weak, and not to please ourselves. Let every one of you please his neighbour unto
good, to edification. For Christ did not please himself, but as it is written: “The
reproaches of them that reproached thee, fell upon me.” Jn 16:32-33—“Behold,
the hour cometh and it is now come, that you shall be scattered every man to his
own, and shall leave me alone; and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with
me. These things I have spoken to you, that in me you may have peace. In the
world you shall have distress: but have confidence, I have overcome the world.” 2
Chron [2 Par] 8:1-2—“And at the end of twenty years after Solomon had built the
house of the Lord and his own house: He built the cities which Hiram had given to
Solomon, and caused the children of Israel to dwell there.”
Dearest sweetest Papa:
I love You; I adore You; I worship You! I consecrate myself entirely to You.
Forever! May Your will be done. This is the second to the last day of this
year (and millennium). This year has been turbulent at best. On all levels,
Father. But I believe there has been much good that was born of much
suffering. Dear Father, my wish on this day is that all Your children return
home to You. That we are all home together as a family.
What should I do? I guess I have a need to set my sights and proceed. But
I am never given the insight or certainty to take a step “now.” So much
of what You’ve shared with me seems far off in the future. Perhaps this is
because whatever I am supposed to do still has factors that are not complete
or in place yet. Do I think too highly of myself? Do I think I am supposed to
do extraordinary things for You, Father? If I am pretentious or misguided,
please forgive me, enlighten me, and guide me. I feel such a need to do the
things we’ve discussed. For instance, I now believe I’m called to share the
image of Your divine paternal Heart. I also feel drawn now to formulate the
foundational guidelines for a community consecrated to You. Father, if this
is Your will, please make it perfectly clear. And then there is the question
of work [interruption].
Father, sometime I think I feel You inside me, living in me, experiencing
the world and interacting with the world through me. Father, I love You
so much.
I pray for the world,
I pray for the Holy Father,
I pray for Your Apostolate,
I pray for my family,
I pray for my friends,
I pray for a job where I may serve You better,
I pray for these things in the coming year.
Father, I also pray for every single person who needs prayers. All Your needy
children.
Help me to love better and more,
Help me to forgive better and more.
Please grant me more patience.
Let me see all people as You see them, especially myself.
Let me live my love for You more fully.
I feel like a bud ready to bloom, but something holds me back.
Let me understand, accept, and fulfill Your Will for Me.
I give myself to You!
[I see the cottage and it looks abandoned and overgrown this time. There
is no life in it. But I feel as if this is a holy place and I want to kiss it. Why
have I seen so many images of woods, lakes, and cottages? What are these
places?
I see a path in front of the cottage. It is in the woods and is surrounded and
overgrown with greenery. I keep seeing the wooden porch and steps. I feel
the wood and touch the windows with my lips. I am alone. And the sun is
filtering through the canopy of trees. And it touches me on the porch and
it feels warm and alive. The palms of my hands have that feeling again.]
I have invited you here to listen to what I have to say to those who enter this,
My house:
Never be afraid; I grant you peace.
Never cry alone; I AM with you.
Never stop believing that I exist; I AM.
This home has been provided for My children on their journey. It is a waysta-
tion for belief and refreshment. It is made of the wood of the Cross. And the
window panes of the soul. And the fire inside is My heart beating in yours.
May I enter, little ones? May I come in? I knock at the door. I peer through
the windows. I call your name. I know you are there. This is the waystation
on your journey—it carries you home. There was a before and there will be
an after. And the greenery is life. Stoke the fires of your heart where the flame
of My love resides. Wipe clean the windows of your soul so that you might see
more clearly. When you inhabit this little house, the soul, I will come to visit. I
will knock on your door and when you open the door, I will enter in. Some day
when it is time, I will come to take you with Me. And you will leave this little
waystation of the soul. But for now, greet those who pass you by. Welcome
them in. Let them rest on your steps. And provide them with nourishment and
comfort. Make your house pleasant and warm, beckoning to all that I send
you on this journey of life in the garden of My heart. Shalom, little one.
Rom 15:1-3—“Now we that are stronger, ought to bear the infirmities of the
weak, and not to please ourselves. Let every one of you please his neighbour unto
good, to edification. For Christ did not please himself, but as it is written: “The
reproaches of them that reproached thee, fell upon me.” Jn 16:32-33—“Behold,
the hour cometh and it is now come, that you shall be scattered every man to his
own, and shall leave me alone; and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with
me. These things I have spoken to you, that in me you may have peace. In the
world you shall have distress: but have confidence, I have overcome the world.” 2
Chron [2 Par] 8:1-2—“And at the end of twenty years after Solomon had built the
house of the Lord and his own house: He built the cities which Hiram had given to
Solomon, and caused the children of Israel to dwell there.”
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