Notebook 54 True Life in God 557 – rely on Me, your Abba; come close to Me and take your place in My Sacred Heart; September 23, 1991 All day long, I sigh for You, my Yahweh, my own, Your love that You showed me I cannot forget. – Never – Your Kindness, my Yahweh, my own, I shall remember as long as I live. I pine away with love for You, my Yahweh, day after day, and I no longer wish to associate myself in this world that wounds You, and to know that I am among the first who wound You ... My soul wants to proclaim all Your wonders to the world and my feet want to run to the hill-tops and cry out to the world: “Your Creator is Your Husband! His Name, Yahweh Sabaoth. Yes, like a forsaken wife, distressed in spirit, Yahweh calls you back. Does a man cast off the wife of his youth? says your God.” 1 Yet I fear, O my Yahweh, my Abba and my own. My soul yearns and pines away for Your House and all I long for now is to be with You. So do not ask me why my spirit is downcast, since my sighs are no secret for You and all that I sigh for is known to You: my soul awaits You, my Yahweh, come and invade me; come and consume me. Vassula....do not hide, My child2 ....daughter of Egypt, I have 1 Is. 54:5-6. 2 I was hoping that I need no longer go out to the nations and be present witnessing. I was hoping that appointed you as assayer of many nations and you are very precious to Me; do not misunderstand Me, I do not need you and you are not indispensable for this work either; but having chosen you, a nothing, glorifies Me, and purifies you; then, everything I own, I wish to share with you; do not fear; proclaiming My Messages, My Holy Spirit will fill you with My Words and you will boldly proclaim My Word; so go now to those to whom I send you, I shall not abandon you, nor will I leave you uninhabited, My Holy Spirit is your Guide and your Counsellor; I have only begun to reap My Harvest .... reap with Me .... you have not sown this Harvest; I did all the sowing in you and now I want it everywhere; now that the Harvest is ready all I ask from you is to reap it with Me, My daughter; offer your assistance as a sacrifice; I am not asking you much .... ....what do you see, daughter? Your Son’s Holy Face, smothered from pain. His Face is like on the Holy Shroud. is this not enough a reason for proceeding and sacrificing a little bit of your time and energy? look again, daughter .... what do you see now, Vassula? I see something like a soft red cloud filling the sky, hovering above us and yet moving like mist and taking more of the sky; it moves gently but steadily. write: “like dawn there spreads across the mountains a vast and mighty host, such as has never been before, such as will never be again to the remotest my Father consents with my desires: to stay home, meditate, love Him, meet Him in writing, meet Jesus in the Holy Eucharist and thus avoid crowds.
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