I am having a vision of Our Lady dressed in white as the Immaculate Conception. She is holding several brown baby birds in her hands as if they were in a nest. Each of them was chirping, singing happily.

‘Mother, what does this vision of creation mean, of such beauty of nature, of birds in hand?’

“O my son, they shall grow to take flight as they are being prepared by my hand in the name of God our Father. And you too, my son.

Yes, you too are being prepared within my hands to take flight in love to lift the wings of your heart and soul for God’s glory.”

‘O mother, may God be praised for his mercy upon my soul. May I take flight in his love each day to say this day, not my will, but your will, O Lord.’

“Yes, my son, rest in my mercy and I shall take you as I desire.”

‘May love always consume me, to grant me peace and to be an instrument of peace and joy for my brothers and sisters.’