GREGORY: May I sing with you of the glory of this day in the gardens at the summer palace in Vienna. Every tree and flower, the grass and animals were lit by the fire of your love for mankind in nature. The squirrels played joyfully, running from tree to tree across the grass, leaping on the garden paths to remind us that we too must play with them and be like innocent, trusting children in God’s hands.
There was a not-so-shy baby squirrel with a light brown coat who came to greet us. First coming to sit on the bench beside me as if to say hello, then hopped on the table sniffing its way through my leather bag all the while raising its cocoa eyes to see just how far I would let it wander through my things.
It was a surprise and a gift from God for just then as the squirrel ran off to other greens, I wondered like a child of all that is good. The peace of God is infinite in his power to turn the hearts of men from dust to life, mixed with the Precious Blood of his son, crucified for the sins of mankind and to bring the joy of his divine light to this world.
I pray to be like a little child. I pray to hope with the innocent heart of a man who is lost without his God, his first love before I was born, and now to pray to be my first love for all eternity. How can I deny to any man, that he is God? Jesus was resurrected from death to life that we may know and trust in him daily.
Yes, may I sing with the angels. May I sing with the saints, those heroes of faith who have gone before me. May I sing of God’s love for mankind that the graces of his glory may shine upon this earth.
MARY: My dear child, now come to me that I may take your hand and teach you. Know that my son is present in every moment of life for he is life given to all of creation that we may see and glorify God our Father of hope through him. Pray for all of your brothers and sisters throughout the world in need of prayer. Entrust your heart to God our Father to assist you. Trust in knowing that if the doors to the path of life in prayer are not opened, then he has a different plan. When you place your trust in him, all will always be well and good. He knows best.
You have been trying too hard in attempting to use your own means. Trust in my son, who can do all things. Yes, you must make an effort, but in prayer, we are granting you this period of rest to be filled with joy, the joy of hope in prayer of relying completely on my son. Entrust your heart to my son. Entrust your heart to prayer.
Yes, rest now and be joyful. Do you desire to write?
GREGORY: Yes, dear mother. I pray to inspire and offer souls the hope, the imagination and receipt of joy in their lives through the simplest of means.
All things that God our Father creates are good. May those whose hearts are greatly burdened seek the stillness and peace of God’s love that burns within us, renewing us daily. Live in the hope of God’s peace. Live in the joy of love.