Reading is from Seeing with the Eyes of the Soul March 9, 1997:
Dearest Sweetest Father, My Own:
Please write:
I weary from the actions of My children. Oh, how they fight among themselves. They destroy the imprint that I have placed within their souls. How? By taking such freedom with My good Graces. The great apple, the plum ready to be picked, so seductive—a poison that they have no comprehension of— Take up the gauntlet, little one. My connection to My sheep weakens. They separate themselves so they cannot hear My Voice, yet I call and call. Listen, hear Me— your Father! Scoop them up in the mystical apron I have given you. Gather them up. Let them know how much I love them. Enflame their hearts with Love for their Father.
Wait. Wait patiently. Let Me know what you do each day. This way you ACKNOWLEDGE MY PRESENCE in you. Do you doubt the dreams? Where do you think they originate? A rebirth, child. There is a rebirth, a renewal. You must explain this transformation.
And now I want you to rest. Rest in My Heart, and I in yours. But know this. The winter is almost over—and My Life force cries out for acknowledgment—MY Life force. I am your Lord and your God. Listen to My voice. Leave everything to Me. Offer the adjustment to Me—it is uncomfortable.
Lord, please direct my path. …
Barbara:
In My valley there are green pastures, awaiting My lambs. I will shear them for the wool they grow, but they will not be destroyed. From the wool comes the fabric of your culture. So long lost. Follow Me, Barbara. Go where I go.
[I am lead to read Ezech. 5:7— not keeping the commandments of God; Gen. 8:8— He sent forth also a dove after him, to see if the waters had now ceased upon the face of the earth;” Apoc. 8:8— And the second angel sounded the trumpet: as it were a great mountain, burning with fire, was cast into the sea, and the third part of the sea became blood.”]
Dearest Sweetest Father, My Own:
Please write:
I weary from the actions of My children. Oh, how they fight among themselves. They destroy the imprint that I have placed within their souls. How? By taking such freedom with My good Graces. The great apple, the plum ready to be picked, so seductive—a poison that they have no comprehension of— Take up the gauntlet, little one. My connection to My sheep weakens. They separate themselves so they cannot hear My Voice, yet I call and call. Listen, hear Me— your Father! Scoop them up in the mystical apron I have given you. Gather them up. Let them know how much I love them. Enflame their hearts with Love for their Father.
Wait. Wait patiently. Let Me know what you do each day. This way you ACKNOWLEDGE MY PRESENCE in you. Do you doubt the dreams? Where do you think they originate? A rebirth, child. There is a rebirth, a renewal. You must explain this transformation.
And now I want you to rest. Rest in My Heart, and I in yours. But know this. The winter is almost over—and My Life force cries out for acknowledgment—MY Life force. I am your Lord and your God. Listen to My voice. Leave everything to Me. Offer the adjustment to Me—it is uncomfortable.
Lord, please direct my path. …
Barbara:
In My valley there are green pastures, awaiting My lambs. I will shear them for the wool they grow, but they will not be destroyed. From the wool comes the fabric of your culture. So long lost. Follow Me, Barbara. Go where I go.
[I am lead to read Ezech. 5:7— not keeping the commandments of God; Gen. 8:8— He sent forth also a dove after him, to see if the waters had now ceased upon the face of the earth;” Apoc. 8:8— And the second angel sounded the trumpet: as it were a great mountain, burning with fire, was cast into the sea, and the third part of the sea became blood.”]
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