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Notebook 88 True Life in God 909
the constellations put together; time
slips by between dawn and dusk and all
things pass swiftly, but My Love is
constant and forever;
come all you who thirst, but do not
even know it; come and acknowledge
this Heart of your God, so that you may
understand Me and know Me as thrice
Holy; come and possess this Heart so
that you set your hearts on My Kingdom
and all that is righteous; come and set
your heart into My Heart, so that one
day I can truly say to you:
“come, My child, come and share My
Throne with Me; I have always known
you, My own, My remnant; bone of My
Bone, flesh of My Flesh, come, part of
Me; come and inherit what was yours
since the foundations of the earth;
breath of My Breath, you belong to the
One who moves you in intimate union in
Our Oneness;”
ah fruit-of-My-Heart, this is what I
would be showing you, while I would be
reposing, like a contented child, in your
embrace; promise Me, My Vassula, My
loved one, to let your Bridegroom,
repose undisturbed in your heart;1
learn from your Beloved: I am gentle
and humble in Heart, and in Me your
soul will always find its rest; let Me find
the same in you, let Me find gentleness
and humility;
“I do not want
to stir my Love, nor rouse it,
until it please to awake”2
Therefore, teach me to be
as You want me to be
so that I may be pleasing to You.
My sweetness felt in your heart will be
the reminder of My Holy Presence
reposing in your heart, but remember
1 I understood that, if I lacked peace in my heart, I
would disturb the silence My Saviour would like to
find.
2 Sg. 2:7.
also that you need only say: “I am
slipping”, and My Love immediately will
support you, lavishing you with
thousands of consolations, My beloved;
I bless you, giving you My kiss of
Love; I, Jesus Christ, am always with
you; we, us? ic;
January 28, 1997
O Lord,
give me Your Strength
to proclaim Your Word with fervour,
So many are waiting anxiously
to hear Your Loving Word
and listen in silence and in thirst;
Let Your Words drop on them,
one by one to refresh them,
Look how they are in Your assemblies,
open-mouthed,
as if to catch the year’s last showers;
For the sake of Your great Love,
let Your rain fall on lands
where no one lives
and make out of a sterile land, gardens;
give drink to the lonely wastes,
making grass spring
where everything was dry;
Come, in Your Lordly style,
and drive frantic the proud of heart;
come and pull down,
with Your Royal Sceptre,
the haughty from their thrones
and exalt the lowly, the meek;
then toss me out in the tempest,
for my confidence in You is complete;
and my hope of safety as well;
I fear no harm,
beside me Your Lordly Presence is there,
singing ballads to me
about Your Triumphs;
and while You are laughing, Your laughter
sounding like running streams,
You lift me on Your Wings
to ride the skies and be alone with You
so that You whisper to me
the secrets of Wisdom;
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