I delight to do Your will, O my God, and Your law is within my heart.
Father lead me tonight with this first prayer...I dedicate this project to You. And I trust it will be You to guide me. Oh Father, when I hear songs of praise, I feel You near, like now. But let me not run after feelings neither sensations but after Your will, Lord. I want to write prayers, but I feel like this is going to end up as letters instead from me to You. Perhaps You will write back through me?
Look at Me, no one else, for love and guidance, for water, and wine, for bread and communion with Me Your Amazing Love. No need to look back at what I write through you. Yes, see Me in you, living and breathing.
Blessed are those who have learned to shout praise to you. Lord, they live in the light of your kindness. Psalm 89:15 (NIRV)
Follow Me. My Word. I Am. What do you yearn for more than you yearn for Me? Let it go. Let Me be first and be still and know I am here. You are finally listening. You feel like the little girl of my eyes, the moment I touch your heart and mind, you melt. And I thank you and love you for this and a myriad of other reasons. One of them you ask? Jesus! My Son, lives in you and you know He died for you on the cross. He is the Rose of My Heart. Let Him be this, for you are a rose in His hand. Holy Spirit you ask, where are You? More so, you ask, can He speak to you? You are hearing Him. We are one. And three. We are love, we are peace, we are patient waiting, for souls to let go and come to the Wedding. Come home. You like what you think you are writing, but what you don't really believe is that I your God of Wonders am writing to you, to all who seek Me. You are precious, precious to Us. Never leave Our side. Be as your Holy Mother Mary. See to it you ask her intercession. Not only that, but her love. The look in her eyes is set aside for Us, but also for her children on earth. She is always at the foot of the cross. She is always at the foot of prayer. She is always at the shore of the ocean as a hidden treasure, which some have buried not knowing her value as this precious star in the heavens, after my Son Jesus. But I know Her value. Slow down, as you walk with Me tonight through this prayer, through this letter. Return to my Word.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. (Song of Solomon 2:1)
you're finding Me through My Word, you're finding Us through obedience,
you're seeking, you’re hurting a little less tonight, you are deciding to leave your sinful life behind. Like My Son rose from the dead, you are rising but from your old life. I know. Here is Jesus now.
Calma. I know you love Me and have yearned for my burning words to illuminate your heart. So here I AM. Pray.
Our Father you are my father in heaven and on earth in our hearts and holy. holy. holy is Your Name: the oil poured out upon our heads. May Your Kingdom of mighty power and honor and glory come, may Your will be done, accomplished, be set in our hearts, on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day, this night, our daily bread, our daily dose of everything we need but more so of You! And forgive us Lord, have mercy, forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation; let us not be tempted beyond our strength, as You promised. But deliver us from evil, and the evil one.
Amen, I believe in Your love. Amen
Virgin Mary protect me. (Suddenly I felt a pain, and thought the enemy must be hating this humble project. And me calling upon Mother Mary.)
Here I am little sheep of Jesus and mine.
Mother, you are lovely, and so perfect, and holy.
Love God first. Love Jesus. And you will see I am His creature as well, only that I was exalted, and immaculately conceived.
Jesus will you ...
of course, I will. continue conversing with you. Write slow. Follow my lead. Look not over my shoulder. Look not past the horizon. Look at My eyes. What do you see?
I see You, I see Your image that was painted.
See Me for My heart. God's Son. His heart.
Then You are perfection in human flesh. You are God. You are sweetness. Serenity. Who I want to be like.
I will search Your word, Lord once more: Hebrews 11:7, 12:7
Thank You for this word Lord. Like I was born between two sevens, on July of 1987, I found Your word randomly and my thumbs both pointed at sevens. Perfection! A sign from You that ...You are Perfection and that You are leading me.
Like Noah, you asked him to prepare the ark to save his family, perhaps like this you want me to prepare my home, my soul, to help save my family.
You discipline me, Lord, in such a sweet manner. I can't but help fall in Your embrace, like resting in Your Spirit. Last night I did. At a Pentecostal Church. I am baptized Catholic. And found an Orthodox bishop's quote today online without searching, but by accident. This means, perhaps that God is pleased with these three Churches, the three Churches You point out in True Life in God messages to Vassula Rydén: the Protestant, the Catholic, and the Orthodox. Search My Word.
For he that is not against us is on our part. Mark 9: 40
Okay Lord, I will admit this. I want to write a book for NaNoWriMo. But I don't know if you will agree with this? Okay, You will, I sense. But you want me to rest. My back hurts. It's getting late. Actually it's 2:21 AM.
I needed to write three thousand words per day. To reach the goal of 50,000 words. A novel. Ha. This is definitely not a novel. Perhaps that is good and better. I can have the truth raining from Your Heart to my cup, to this page, like a beggar I await the dew of Your words.
Fear not beloved, write for Me, not with Me. You are tired, yet want to finish your word count goal for tonight. This morning. Finish tomorrow. Work tomorrow. Write a little goodbye letter to Me then rest promise Me?
I will rest although I wish I could stay up writing you. my feet are cold. it is November 14th, 2015. 2:40 AM. it is my Uncle Christian's birthday. i will contact him tomorrow. thank You for this wonderful day. I spent a special perhaps almost an hour in Your presence outside in the front yard of our house. The Ponderosa Pine reminds me of Your strength. The rue of your humility. The hammock of the way I feel so relaxed in Your presence. The bougainvillea Your striking beauty. The sky Your gown. The clouds Your pillow to rest. The grass Your carpet. The sun Your smile and warmth. The wind Your kiss blowing towards my face.
If My Heartbeat could be felt by you daughter, it would make you sigh with love, and holiness and purity would grow in you. If your face could feel a kiss of Mine it would sent you soaring to heaven. If you could see My smile, all you'd ever need is My smile and laughter, like that of a child, innocent, full of pure love. Yet I Am God, and no one is like Me. If you could see how I love and fortify the grass, all for you. The clouds I shape so you could rest and relax and remember Me. The sky is more like My face. My beauty you say like the bougainvillea, beautiful poetry. Like My book Song of Solomon's poetry. But My beauty is unsurpassable. Wait and see.
I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13
My presence - seek it like you seek sleep. Every night. But seek it also like You need to breathe. The rue reminds you of My humility. It reminds you of my Son Jesus. You were once unwell, and you with your feet bare stepped upon the damp earth, mud, and on a winter's day with the warmth of the sun, watered the rue, and touched its leaves to smell its freshness and you felt Jesus living in your hands.
Goodnight Lord. Thank You!
That you also aspire to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you
Lord, tonight I am unsure of writing. I doubt that words will come out. What will I write? Will You write back tonight? If I have faith, You will. I am tired, tonight. Giovanni accompanied me to the fair. I had some posole. He had tacos dorados, plus soft ones as well. I spoke with Sister Rosa Virginia. Sorry, Lord I am getting off track from my letter to You. I am not the best at praying, or talking to You. Usually I think of You, use my imagination. But talking to You is different, and a little more work. Maybe kind of like sometimes I feel distant with my own dad. I don't know what to talk about. I think with You Father, I have much more to say to You, since I feel no shame, or embarrassment with You. So, there is plenty to say then. This will also be a journal of a journey. Last night, I felt attacked either by the enemy, or by anxiety. I thought I was dying. I got my phone and thought to call 911 for a split second. But I called out to Giovanni to let him know I was not feeling well, and he came over to my side of the bed to sleep next to me. He comforted me, massaged me a bit, and warmed me since my feet and body was extra cold from typing for hours on the computer this book dedicated to my Lord.
Will You listen to the beat of My heart?
I hold you in the palm of My hand like a petal of a rose, like a ladybug, an ant, yet look up and meet My eyes so full of compassion and love. I am your Father, I am your love. I am Who keeps you alive. Follow the paths leading to Me. Now leave behind all sin. Now take My hand. Now sing to Me. Sing with your holy life, not only with audible melodies. Sing when I rearrange your thoughts, your universe.
Here you are Lord, I love you. You are my light, but you are more than the light of the sun to me. You are more than sunrise, even though it looks like your smile. The colors of the sky remind me of You.
Let's walk together.
Do you know how to walk without talking?
How beautiful to walk a minute with You without talking.
I am your Holy Father. I give you my Son as Savior, and Love only and irreplaceable.
Thank You, Father.
Lord, I sense Your eyes upon me. I feel Your presence. I am listening to a worship song. But in my soul there are feelings, there is silence. Thank You, Lord.
"THE PREACHER SOUGHT TO FIND WORDS OF DELIGHT, AND UPRIGHTLY HE WROTE WORDS OF TRUTH."
Señor perdóname por fallarte. Ayúdame. Quiero y debo confiar en Ti. Me siento sola, pero llena de Ti. Me siento hambrienta de amor, pero eres Tu. Mi todo.
"El fin de todo el discurso oído es este: Teme a Dios, y guarda Sus mandamientos; porque esto es el todo del hombre." Ecclesiastes 12: 13
I feel You looking through my eyes. This is how near to me You are. The truth is I don't feel lonely, not anymore. I have You Father. I also have the man you gave me as partner and father to our daughter: Giovanni. Now they both sleep as I silently, almost, write here and wait for You. Yearning for words to uplift, words of love, of peace. I want to work on this project of Yours, do what is pleasing in Your eyes, and get ahead. You are the King of my heart. I am only clay in Your hands. There is where I should be. Can I be there?
Look at Me.
Where do I look? Towards You Father? Towards Jesus - my brother- my Savior, or towards the Holy Spirit?
You have given me the look, that look like saying Stefanie, you know better, you know we are One. Three. One Love.
Yes Lord, I have giggled thinking of that look of Yours.
Look at me. Don't edit. Don't go back. Keep going. Dress yourself of Me. Listen. More than listening to your music, listen to the song of My angels adoring me day and night in this eternity. Let Me speak little one. I'll sing to you now. I adore you like my daughter who once was lost but now is found. Keep going. Love Me. You want Me to love you, I know. Yes. I am Your light, your life, your softness, your peace, your glass of water, your bread, your love. But you tire of listening. Don't tire, don't give in. You have much to learn, you know it. But you don't know this - how much I love you, and to what extent. Inexhaustible. My lips like yours are parched, thirsty for love. Return, Love Me, dear souls. Thank you daughter for your disinterested love.
Yes Father, and yes Jesus, yes Holy Spirit.
Can the Holy Spirit speak to me? Again, that look.
We are One all Three!
I will open Your Word:
He continued, “Do not be afraid, Daniel. You decided to get more understanding. You made yourself humble as you worshiped your God. Since the first day you did those things, your words were heard. I have come to give you an answer.He continued, “Do not be afraid, Daniel. You decided to get more understanding. You made yourself humble as you worshiped your God. Since the first day you did those things, your words were heard. I have come to give you an answer.
You are incredible, Lord. You have answered me with Your Word. You love me. You listen. I believe.
I am in love with You. And You Holy Father of me right?
You are the little girl of My eyes.
"But first He must suffer many things and be rejected by this generation." Luke 17:25
I want to suffer with You. Let me draw near to You. Even though I am not worthy. I sense You weeping Lord. Please smile for me please. I need to see Your eyes. Feel Your presence. Your hands upon my head. I am nothing. But You, oh Lord, are Everything and El Shaddai, our sufficient nourishment.
You my daughter are cold as you write Me, and I feel cold when I gaze at this world full of ungrateful hearts, but there will always be those faithful and hidden saints of Mine.
Let me cover, oh but You said it is not a bodily cold, my Love and Lord. Sorry, I almost did not want to write that, Love.
Do not be ashamed of that. You make Me smile.
What happiness and how nice it is to be able to rest and to be able to know that Someone knows me and loves me like that - truly! I don't have to die of love, or think even of suicide like many poor souls did once.
Pray for them.
Yes, Lord. For all the souls that have been cornered into this. That if they are in purgatory may Your Mother, Jesus, our beautiful Lady reach them and console them of the flames of feeling far from you. They miss You, like I do? No, I think more. Hell exists too. That horrible place. I don't want to get there ever, please, Lord, help us to change, to be faifthful Love of mine. Hell exists and this hurts to know that there are people, souls there, that cannot escape anymore like the rich man who rejected Lazarus; he had received riches but was poor of heart. You've come to free me and break chains and remove traps and obstacles from my path. Thank You Jesus. I will take Your hand. I will follow You.
Let it be not only a book. Let it be for My praise and glory, like you set out at the beginning.
Beloved I beg you as sojourners and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts which war against the soul.
Having your conduct honorable among the Gentiles, that when they speak against you as evildoers they may, by your good works which they observe, glorify God in the day of visitation.
Therefore submit yourselves to every ordinance of man for the Lord's sake, whether to the king as supreme.
Or to governors, as to those who are sent by him for the punishment of evildoers and for the praise of those who do good.
For this is the will of God, that by doing good you may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men -
As free, yet not using liberty as a cloak for vice, as bondservants of God.
1 Peter 2:11-16
This is the kind of life you’ve been invited into, the kind of life Christ lived. He suffered everything that came his way so you would know that it could be done, and also know how to do it, step-by-step.
He never did one thing wrong, Not once said anything amiss.
They called him every name in the book and he said nothing back. He suffered in silence, content to let God set things right. He used his servant body to carry our sins to the Cross so we could be rid of sin, free to live the right way. His wounds became your healing. You were lost sheep with no idea who you were or where you were going. Now you’re named and kept for good by the Shepherd of your souls.
1 Peter 2: 21-25
Te escribiré canciones, poemas, cartas, historias?
Creo que si puedo.
Un haiku para Dios
sueño tengo ya
pero quiero alabar.
solo Te miro...
eintou para Dios
eres la humildad
eres paciencia, eres paz
no dejes de mirar
hacia mi Rey
Soneto para el que es la Luz de mi vida
There is a curtain from heaven to earth
no, there is a ladder You're climbing down
You're almost here, Jesus, Your return will
Leave us agape, inspired, on our knees
protect us from all iniquity, Lord
awestruck, we are, can't get enough of You
and Your amazing Son; Holy Spirit
You warm my soul with your big perfect smile
who shall I fear if I have Your True Love
that died for me, that would do it again
if He could. You watch my days go by. I’m
a kite in Your heavenly Father's hands
No poem I write can mirror what's inside
a domino effect of I love you's.