Our Lady says, “My son, come to me.”

I am now having a vision of Mary. She is standing before me holding a bouquet of simple white flowers, once from a field in the countryside. They are pure, and I can feel her love within them. Mary, she is love.

She is dressed in white as a virgin, the Holy Virgin, according to God’s will, and the Immaculate Conception. Her heart is tender and her Immaculate Heart, pure and true, is exposed. This vision of Our Lady is glorious, for she is presenting herself as the virgin Mother of God.

“My heart,” she says, “cries in mercy for my children. And I present these flowers to you, flowers of my love from heaven, that you may experience the newness of God’s love this day and eternally. May your heart continue to be blessed in God’s mercy. Take my hand.”

Mary now offers to me her very soft and gentle hand that is somewhat plump, like that of a child, her skin like porcelain, and her heart burning with the flame of divine love.

“Give your heart to me,” she says.

‘Yes, mother.’

“Rejoice in the glory of these flowers that I bring to you to say that I love you. May joy, the pure joy of my love, take you.”

‘Yes, mother. I know where they are preparing me to be led and I ask if someone may go with me.’

“Yes, my son.”

‘I thank you, mother.’

“Do not be afraid, but rejoice. Rejoice always and give thanks to God, your Savior, who has done great things for you. Believe that nothing is impossible in the glory of his love that endures forever.”