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VASSULA OF MY SACRED HEART

May 23, 1991

Yahweh, my God,
You are lavishing Your scents on me,
praised be my Yahweh.
You are mine and I am Yours.
Give me Your Shoulder to lean upon,
unworthy as I am, a puff of wind that
passes unnoticed and does not return,
a speck of dust washed away with
the first drops of rain,

allow me to be in the Presence of Your Splendour.
Lead me through this wilderness with a sensitive hand.
Beloved.

Vassula, even in your wretchedness, I shall speak to the nations through you, to make your generation proclaim their praises to Me;

- Generation, I am going to pasture you; -

daughter, I descend, every time you call Me, from My Throne to come all the way to you in your room and meet you; subject to misery, you have captured My Infinite Love, rejoice! rejoice that your King hears you everytime you open your mouth and call My Holy Spirit to come and assist you; invoke My Name, My child, and Love shall overshadow you entirely and keep you company

delight your King now and let Him hear from His Poverty-Stricken child her vows once more

I got up and repeated my vows to the Sacred-Heart of Jesus.

Vassula of My Sacred Heart I accept your consecration, your offerings pleased My Heart; honour Me, your Lord, by staying devout and loyal to Me, I, who am your Rewarder