Our Lord says, “My son, give to me your heart.”

I am now having a vision of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. It is burning with the flame of the fire of divine love, of his love for me and all of humanity.

“Yes, my son, my heart burns in the fire of my divine love to offer souls my mercy. Come to me and give your heart to me this day.”

‘My Lord.’

“Yes, my son, I am with you. Let us pray now together and listen to my heart this day. Listen to the joy of my love calling you. I am with you and my heart sings in mercy and joy for souls who come to me.”

‘Take me as you desire, Lord, and may the wound of your stigmata that is now appearing within my hand increase my heart and soul in your compassionate mercy for my brothers and sisters.

Saint Michael the archangel, defend us in this day of battle. Be my safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil. And do thou, o prince of the heavenly host, cast into hell Satan and all of the evil spirits that prowl through the world seeking the ruin of souls.

And may little Leon on who colored this image of Saint Michael that I carry with me as a reminder to pray for his protection, be blessed and protected in your mercy throughout his life.’