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March 26, 1989
Back in Switzerland
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My rose, behold how I guide you, have you not noticed how I layed smooth your path? I have carried you to Garabandal to fulfil My desire, I had asked you to sanctify Garabandal, I have lifted you there and now you have done it remember, My Ways are not your ways, I have taught you to abandon yourself entirely to Me, to leave space for My Spirit to breathe in you, see? I will never forsake you ever My rose, I love you so please Me in this way by abandoning yourself into My Hands, be confident; come, delight Me and praise Me; My Mother who is your Mother too is shielding you, guiding you, helping you, daughter bless Her; never cease praying I adore You my God. adore Me always Later on today, I felt exhausted; I felt that this task God has given me is crushing me; will all these sacrifices come to something? or will they all go in vain? will I have still this strength to keep going as though I can never stop? or will I one day find it overwhelming and give up? have My Peace, hear Me, Wisdom has instructed you, do not fear; be happy that I have chosen you to share My sufferings, My Cross, ever so precious, rests on you, I need to rest, all that you give Me, will not go in vain ... nothing is going in vain, I am being Glorified; remain My victim from all eternity, I have known you to be fragile, just as a rose which needs special care, you are being taken care of by Me; I trim your branches when I must, My Eyes are constantly on you, guarding you jealously, lest a stranger plucks you, I let no one touch you, less their fingers will crumple up your petals, I watch over you day and night, I am your Guardian, so be confident, I will allow no one to harm you that same evening, exhausted, because of our long journey (12 hours by car) of the day before, I went to pray the Rosary, my eyes posed on Fatima's statue, I was on the 4th mystery when suddenly St Mary's cape and dress started to become a bright silver, so intense was this silver light that it seemed to come out from within the statue, She seemed to come to life. This must have lasted not more than 5 seconds. It was beautiful, because it encouraged me to pray better and made me so very happy! The next day, when I was reciting the Rosary again and looking at St. Mary's statue of Fatima, I was looking at Her Eyes, I suddenly noticed that the defect (which bothered me) on one of Her Eyes was not there anymore, both Eyes were now perfect. It was a small defect; it must have been paint missing on one of the eyelids, and often I was thinking that I should paint this white line into brown and paint the eyelashes which are missing because of this white line. - Now its not there, and both eyes are perfect. 1 (Wisdom 1 : 11) |