How I long for this day, when I will gather my small flock under the shelter of my wings…

Isaiah 27:13 On that day, a great trumpet shall blow, and the lost in the land of Assyria and the outcasts in the land of Egypt shall come and worship the LORD on the holy mountain, in Jerusalem.

“My child, how I long for this day, when I will gather my small flock under the shelter of my wings, when all are free to worship me as is fitting. Many have suffered and toiled, giving all for the sake of the kingdom. But in your day, the lost far outnumber those who are in the sheepfold. Heaven weeps at what is coming to earth. My child, this is hard to hear, and if it were the end of the story, none could bear it, but it is not. My Mother’s Immaculate Heart will triumph, and the enemy will be defeated for a time. Rejoice in the Lord, knowing that the reign of evil is nearing its end.”

Jesus, I thank you for this message of hope and I ask for courage and strength now and in the days ahead, as I wait in joyful hope for the triumph of the Immaculate Heart. Jesus I trust in you. Amen

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