As I was lying in bed, I had a vision of the hand of our Lord appearing before me, bearing the wound of his stigmata.

Then he said, “Give me your hand, take my hand in my mercy and arise and come to me.”

Within the heart of the wound was a gold Cross. It was the Cross of our Lord’s resurrection, the Cross of the truth and life of the victory over death.

And now Jesus says, “My son, come to me and allow me to consume you, my love, to uplift you in my Spirit, and to say, rejoice, rejoice and give to me your heart this day, that you may give others my love.

Yes, serve them in the joy of my love, my child, and let me guide you in my mercy.”

‘Psalm 27 says, “One thing I have desired of the Lord, that I will seek, that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple.” My Lord, I seek the beauty of you who are love.

Yes, take me as you desire and may the eternal light of your love fill me so that I may be a light for others, to give all, to be all for you.

In John 15 you said, my Lord, “Abide in me and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me.” May I abide in the joy that is your mercy.

Thank you for offering me your hand to say, “Rise and come to me,” for I need and love you so, and apart from you I can do nothing.’