Posted in October 2002.
October 25, 2002 (Mary speaks) “Daughter,
We shall go slowly this night, for you bear much. For the soul in need of this ..... your time of trial. This you shall tell my children.”
“My Dear Children,
God has bestowed upon each of His children ........... treasures ..... graces from
heaven which you are to uncover and use for the glory of God. Many are unaware of such graces. For each day new life begins and this is in itself a great treasure ... another gift from God. How well do you use such treasures? You My disciples of Mercy have been trained as merciful servants of My Son .... helping the needy loving the unloved. You have seen the treasure buried deeply within the
hearts of those God places upon your path. Help those precious children to discover the treasure within their own lives. Those who carry much pain and suffering ….. dwell only upon the pain and suffering …. and fail to see the beauty and the joy in presenting such suffering, such trials, to Our Lord. (Inaudible conversation by recipient) Yes child, you see what my daughter?”
(Visual) “I see a large book. I think it’s a book but it looks like a book of maps. I haven’t seen this before ...... help me mother. (pause) Each page is a map of sorts. (The only way I can explain it.) It begins with a great burst of light and a journey as the lines progress across the pages. Little signs, little detours denoting significant instances in each life where they have received graces from God and have either used them well or do not realize they have received them. It is as though the gift was in vain, but God used it in His own way to serve His purpose. I’m looking at all the pages. There are all these names, and apparently every one of God’s children has a page. You can see the journey their life has taken. How those served Him so well and were so filled with joy even though the map ... ( the pages were worn and some appeared torn). But you can see also that they have been mended and it’s as though they were never torn. But it’s the healing grace of God that restored this life. For it had much to accomplish for the glory of God. (How unusual ......... is that mine mother?) As I turn the pages some have but the moment of conception and then there are no lines and there are no detours ...... their life never began, as we know it.” “My child,
Do not be disturbed … for this is a great gift to see that all life has a purpose. All life is beautiful and all life is truly a gift from God … that must be treasured at all costs. Treasure each moment …… for you know not if there shall be another.”