„Be very simple with me. What do you do for good morning and good night in your own family? You give a kiss and it’s very natural. And sometimes during the day because of a given word or a gift you exchange a glance. We look at each other with love and fondness. It is so nice and heart-warming.… oh, if only I were allowed to become a bit a family member…” (Gabriela Bossis, He and me, Michalineum 2007, vol. I ,p. 182).
I’d like Jesus so much to feel like a member of our family and not to miss attention, kindness, nice gestures and words. I’d like Him to take a rest in our place.
Through the sacrament of marriage He has become a full member of our family. Does He feel all right with us?
Basia
“Why do you confuse yourselves by worrying? Leave the care of your affairs to me and everything will be peaceful. I say to you in truth that every act of true, blind, complete surrender to me produces the effect that you desire and resolves all difficult situations.
How many things I do when the soul, in so much spiritual and material need, turns to me, looks at me and says to me: ‘YOU TAKE CARE OF IT,’ then closes its eyes and rests.
Repose in me, believing in my goodness, and I promise you by my love that, if you say, ‘You take care of it.’ I will take care of it all, I will console you, liberate you and guide you.
And when I must lead you on a path different from the one you see, I will prepare you, I will carry you in my arms; I will let you find yourself, like children who have fallen asleep their mother’s arms, on the other bank of the river. What troubles you and hurts you immensely are your reason, your thoughts, and your worry, and your desire at all costs to deal with what afflicts you.” *
It does help! It helps not only a woman expecting labour like me.
Grateful for your prayers,
Basia
* you’ll find the complete text of Fr Dolindo’s act of trust here: http://www.dolindo.org/english/rely.html
Sometimes when I apporach you, you flutter your wings like a wounded bird.
You expect the worst where I come with My love.
You don’t recognize me when My hands are lifting you up.
And you are still afraid when I dress your wounds.
I’d like so much to have your trust, and I’d like it to remian unshaken.
I’d like you to let Me love you.
I know every beat of your heart.
Jesus
come and visit My Home.
Even though everyone may come, your place cannot be taken by anybody else. Even if your name hasn’t been written down on the church pew – remember? – it’s engraved on the palms of My hands.
Come and be My family that I look forward to seeing: my brother, sister and mother. Become one of My near ones, as I am always the closest to you.
And I haven’t planned neither Myself, nor you, as an isolated entity. Even though you are so Exceptional and Dear for Me, I haven’t shut you out in the pain of your loneliness.
Your
God (Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit)