Category Archives: The Battle Cry
“Ann, I am here, with you, surrounding you with My love. Though you cannot feel Me physically or see My face, you know that I am with you.
You are My trusting daughter. So many do not trust Me. They run and hide from Me – like Adam and Eve in the garden, to hide their shame for their sins. They will not approach Me. They turn their ears from My call. They hide themselves under fig leaves of distractions, – anything to avoid the silence when they will be alone with Me and their nakedness would be exposed to My sight. They fear My glance will sear their souls.
You, Ann, know Me. You know I am forgiving to sinners. My hand is light on those who confess their sinfulness. I embrace them and lift them and press them to My heart where they are healed and refreshed by My love.
Precious child, tell them of My mercy – how merciful I have been to you! You were once dead in your sins, but I have restored you to Life. You are alive in Me, cleansed of all your sin, filled with joy, knowing you now belong to Me, Who is Life Eternal.
You have no fear of death anymore, because you trust Me, your Savior, because I have removed your sins from you and they exist no more in My sight. As far as the east is from the west, so far have I removed your iniquities from you. (Psalm 103:12)
Ann, My child, tell them of My love and mercy; for what I have done for you, I will do for each of them.”
10 He has not dealt with us according to our sins, Nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
12 As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed our transgressions from us.
Gordon: When and why did you join Holy Angels Parish?
Ann: We moved into Woodbury, New Jersey when I was seven years old and in the second grade. My father was a vascular surgeon and established his private medical practice at the Underwood Memorial Hospital in this small, lovely, and typical American town founded in the 1600s and situated across the Delaware River from the City of Philadelphia. My parents originate from Norway (my mother was a first generation immigrant) and Germany, (my father’s family came to America in the early 1700’s as farmers and settled in Pennsylvania). Below is the photo of my Norwegian grandfather leading the singing praise hymns to the Lord by all my Norwegian cousins in the traditional Lutheran Church in my mother’s farming village of Ekne, Norway on my baptism in 1962. I’m the little toddler on the right side running around the church.
Thus, our family’s spiritual history is Protestant from the time of the Reformation. I was baptized in 1962 as a toddler in my mother’s traditional Lutheran church on a visit to my devout Lutheran Norwegian farming grandparents. When my parents moved into Woodbury in 1967 they became members of the First Presbyterian Church at Woodbury, as they were told it was a “nice” church with a good pastor. While growing up in Woodbury, I was active with the Presbyterian Church in their youth activities, singing in the church choir, and studying piano and organ under the church music director. Although I had attended Sunday school, and went to church services on Sunday where I would usually sing in the choir, and even though I had been Confirmed in the Presbyterian Church at age 13, I did not really know Jesus and I did not have living and active faith. Church for me was social, -a community and musical experience. Music touched me deep in my soul, and although my heart rose in joy when I sang the hymns, I did not specifically lift my heart to the Lord or knowingly sing to God and Jesus in worship, love and Adoration. When I recited the Apostles Creed, I did not understand the words that I was saying. Despite my church life, I was spiritually ignorant and blind, and did not have “ears to hear or eyes to perceive” the Gospel at that time in my life. St Patrick’s Church was the only Catholic church in our town of Woodbury when I was growing up and still is the only Catholic church in the town. Many of my classmates from elementary and high school attended CCD, and CYO at St. Patrick’s. I remember some classmates coming to school on Ash Wednesday with the sign of the cross traced in ashes on their forehead. I did not understand what this sign meant. I did not have a hunger to know why they did this act and so I never inquired about their faith, and furthermore, none of my Catholic classmates ever spoke to me about their Church or shared their Catholic Christian faith with me, and so I remained ignorant. I left Woodbury at age 17 after my high school graduation to pursue my education and I moved to New York City to attend New York University. By then I was an agnostic, totally focused on worldly and secular pursuits. I was a very lost sheep, but I did not even know it! During my university years I was not exposed to any witness of the Christian or Catholic faith by anyone at any time. My New York City experience was secular, hedonistic, humanistic, and worldly and I was exposed to many sinful and evil persons, places and things leading me further and further away from God.
I graduated from NYU and then moved to London to continue my studies, earning an MBA in international business. I began my international banking career in Philadelphia when I returned to America in 1983, married my husband in 1985, whom I had met in London during my graduate studies, and moved with him to Madrid, Spain in 1991 to open an office for the bank as my successful career advanced. During all these years I was spiritually dead, and not looking for God, and my husband was a self-proclaimed atheist despite having been brought up in a devout Muslim family in a Palestinian village in Israel. Upon returning to America from Madrid, due to my promotion to head up the Southern European Region of the International Division for CoreStates Bank, we started a family, and our two daughters were born in 1995 and 1997, respectively. It was during this period from 1994 through 1998 while I was still working at the bank and traveling for business through Southern Europe that the Lord pursued me mightily to come to Him in faith, beginning with His mysterious call to my heart and soul during a routine business trip to Italy in 1994.( Further below I will share my testimony for it was the beginning of my journey towards full Conversion to Jesus Christ and into Christ’s One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church). But first I will return to the question of why I have returned after 40 years to my hometown of Woodbury and am now attending St. Patrick’s Church, one of the three churches that were merged to form Holy Angels Parish. I started coming back to Woodbury from Israel where I was living with my husband and two daughters during 2008-2011, in order to assist my parents and sister who had become very ill during the time we were living abroad. Since I was by then a Catholic convert, I began to attend Saint Patrick’s Church every time I came home to the USA. Because of the increasing complexity of my father, mother and sister’s illnesses, and simultaneous trial we were going through to find a cure for my youngest daughter’s years’ long, chronic and life- threatening depression, my husband and I decided we should return to America to seek better treatment for her. Then, in 2014, I moved to Woodbury without my husband and youngest daughter, in order to live with my parents and sister who were suffering tremendously and could not care for themselves. My mother was battling late stage ovarian cancer, my sister who had been living with my parents was dying of liver failure due to alcohol addiction and my father was deteriorating rapidly from Alzheimer’s disease. After my sister passed away, and we were finally able to relocate my father to an assisted-living facility for Alzheimer’s patients, my husband and youngest daughter joined me in Woodbury so we could live together as a family, helping my mother until she finally succumbed to her disease in 2016. After the death of my mother, my husband and I decided to remain and settle in my family home in Woodbury, and it is then when I formally joined St. Patrick’s Church. We have been living in Woodbury for the past few years, and during this time St. Patrick’s Church was merged with two other local churches forming the new Holy Angel’s Parish. I was not involved with the merger process in anyway, so I cannot really speak about it. I understand that it was due to financial reasons that the merger was necessary. I love our parish! There are a group of very devout, pious, deeply spiritual Catholics who attend daily Mass, and adore our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament and whose worship and devotion to our Lord keeps the Holy Spirit present and moving amongst us. We have had new priests assigned to our parish, due to the retirement of Monsignor, and due to serious illnesses of several other of our priests. We are blessed with two holy priests from Africa who have recently been assigned to our parish.
It feels good to be home in my childhood town, after forty years away, and I can only say with Saint Augustine, “too late have I loved Thee”! How I wish I had had living faith in our Lord Jesus Christ during my childhood and had known the truth about the holy Eucharist and the holy Catholic Faith and had received Him in holy Communion at Saint Patrick’s during my childhood!
Gordon: You have a fascinating background as a former international banker, who, after visiting Assisi, had a life-transforming experience. Could you share this with our readers?
Ann: I would like now to pick up where I left off above, in my personal history, when I was still working for Corestates Bank and traveling to Southern Europe as Regional Manager, and to share with you details about one extraordinary life-changing day I experienced on a business trip to in Italy in 1994 when the Spirit of God came upon me mightily in the holy town of Assisi and thus, transformed my life forever! I was a 34 year – old, ambitious Vice President who had successfully opened an office for Corestates in Madrid, Spain. I had built up the market successfully to such a point where my proposal to open a representative office on the Peninsula was heartily approved by senior management. After three years of success in managing the Madrid Office, I was offered a promotion to Regional Manager of Southern Europe, which included responsibility for Spain and Portugal, Italy, Greece, Cyprus, Israel and the other countries surrounding the Mediterranean basin. It seemed I had everything going for me. I had been married 10 years at that time, was very well paid, and after this lucrative overseas ex-patriot assignment for several years had returned to a more senior position at the bank with further upward success looking promising. On the surface of things, it appeared that my life was very good and that I was lacking for nothing, but I would soon discover by no attempt of my own that I was utterly poor and empty in all that truly mattered! I was scheduled for another routine trip to Italy, accompanied by my colleague, a young woman who reported to me, and who was one of the country managers for Italy. She had arranged the entire itinerary for our Italian trip and one of our appointments was with a bank in the town of Perugia. It was scheduled as a brief courtesy call to show our appreciation to the international division manager for all the business that he and his bank conducted with ours. Our arranged agenda was to spend about half an hour having a coffee with the manager and then continuing on the rest of our business trip to Rome.
I had never met the head of the international division at this bank, so I was unknown to him, and he had no knowledge of my agnosticism. My colleague had told him nothing personal about me regarding matters of faith and religion, as these topics were unrelated to our business purposes. When we arrived at the bank that morning, I discovered that the bank manager spoke no English.
After a brief introduction, he proceeded to cup his hand under my elbow and gently lead me away, with my colleague following, through the halls of the bank and then down into the garage where he encouraged us to get into his car. Not speaking any Italian, I was not able to converse with him and did not understand what was happening. He began to drive us to a destination, and when we arrived we found ourselves at Assisi, the holy pilgrimage town of Saint Francis of Assisi. We wondered why he would bring us there without discussing these plans with us in advance. We had scheduled a standard international corporate bank appointment and had not arranged any time for sightseeing. Furthermore, we had plans to drive on to Rome that morning. No amount of explaining our desires to the banker moved him to bring us back to the bank. After about an hour with the Italian banker leading us through the holy sites of Assisi, we gave up our protestations and yielded to his agenda, and let go of our need to control the day’s events.
Not being Catholic, and not even a practicing or believing Christian I had no idea what Assisi meant, except that it was the name of the town from where Saint Francis came. I knew practically nothing about St. Francis except that I often saw his statue adorning gardens because he was associated with birds. At first, the banker took us to the Church of Santa Maria degli Angeli a little distance outside of the main town of Assisi where after he took us to visit the other famous shrines. In the Church, he pointed out the holy icons and paintings, and I did not have a clue as to what they signified and thus, did not know how to appreciate their spiritual importance. Then, he motioned to me to go inside the Porziuncola (the little chapel which name means “small portion of land” which belonged to the Order of Saint Benedict of Monte Subasio), which is thought to have been erected under Pope Liberius in the mid- 4th century by hermits from the Valley of Josaphat in Jerusalem, who had brought relics from the grave of the Blessed Virgin to Assisi. The chapel became known as the Chapel of Our Lady of the Valley of Josaphat or the Chapel of the Angels because of the relics brought from the site where Mary’s Assumption into heaven accompanied by angels occurred. Furthermore, it also derives its name from the witness of many persons over the centuries claimed to hear the singing of angels inside!
After St Francis returned from a pilgrimage Rome, he had a vision of Christ on the way, who said to him, ‘Francis can’t you see that My house is falling into ruin, Go and rebuild it!” Francis, not yet understanding that the Lord was speaking to him about reforming the entire Catholic Church, Francis took the words of Jesus at face value and began restoring several local ruined churches, among them the Porziuncola, the little chapel of St Mary of the Angels. Afterwards, Francis built himself a small hut near the Chapel of Our Lady of the Angels and was soon joined by other followers. It was here that Francis founded the Franciscans.
I entered timidly into the chapel as I did not know what to do in such a holy space. There were devout pilgrims kneeling in prayer on the wooden pews along the sides of the chapel. I didn’t consider kneeling down to pray as I did not know God, nor even how to pray, as I had not said prayers since I was a young child, and even then, I seldom prayed. I stopped and remained still in the middle of the aisle facing the altar. I simply stood there alone in the aisle without being aware of any thoughts. It was there that a mysterious Presence came upon me. I felt a wonderful sense of Peace and Love and Light flood my soul, – a place I did not know even existed within me. I realized that I was in the Presence of a Person who personally knew me, loved me, and cared about me. I did not hear any Voice nor see any Face. My experience was a mystical sensation in my innermost being. I had an immediate understanding that this Person was God Almighty who created me and knew me and was revealing Himself to me that He exists and loves and cares for me. I was forever changed by this brief but sublime Encounter.
On two other specific occasions during that marvelous and mysterious day, the Spirit of God came upon me again and continued to call me to Himself. When finally, the banker took us back to his car, he gave me as a gift the Prayer of St Francis and quite curiously he asked me in his poor and broken English, “are you different?” I did not know how to answer his mysterious question, but tears welled up in my eyes and when I looked at him I saw that he too had wet eyes. I saw him only one time after that day, six months later in Milan, on another business trip at a bank event, where this mysterious banker simply gave me a hug and offered me another gift – a print rolled up like a scroll of St Francis with his arms raised to heaven in praise to God.
I never saw the banker again, but his name if you translate it into English means “soldier of the Cross”. This gentle banker was surely an instrument of the Holy Spirit in my life. When I see him again one day in Heaven I will thank him for his faithful obedience to the promptings, inspirations and nudges of the Holy Spirit which forever changed the direction of my life. I continued seeking the Lord of Assisi with all my heart, mind soul and strength in the years to follow and our loving Triune God ultimately let Himself be found by me, – the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, and each One of the Divine Persons individually and distinctly revealed themselves to me. I left everything to love, follow and serve the one True Triune God of St Francis and the Christians and who is the only Living God of all humanity.
Gordon: Your Battle Cry is an extraordinary publication, and the title also reflects a challenge that many of us may not often reflect upon. Could you comment on some of the reasons why you chose this title?
Ann: The Battle Cry apostolate came directly from the Lord. I would never have considered beginning such a ministry on my own. The Lord gave me the name, “The Battle Cry” and confirmed His selection of this name through another Catholic who serves Him. Initially I was very reluctant to begin this ministry, because it involved transparently exposing my inner life and making myself vulnerable by sharing intimate words from the Lord that I receive in prayer.
However, the Lord continue to reassure me that this was His will, and that this was not only for my benefit, but also for the benefit of many souls who do not yet know and love Him, in order to draw them to salvation through repentance from sin and receiving of the mercy and forgiveness of Jesus. These words from the Lord are also for all Christians who do know and love their Lord yet, He desires to draw them into a deeper and more intimate relationship in order to prepare and strengthen them spiritually for much more difficult times that will be coming in the Church and the world as the evil spirit of apostasy, heresy, immorality, violence, and callous cold-heartedness increases in power and influence.
I believe that the Lord chose the name “The Battle Cry” in order to alert His Church and anyone of goodwill in the world who will read His words, to the urgency of the need for sincere contrition and deeper repentance, and a profound conversion of heart, through increased prayer, deeper trust and stronger faith in God and faithful obedience, service and living our lives in the light of His Holy and perfect Will.
I was prepared for the transition to share such intimate words and inspirations from the Lord through years of obedience to writing my personal faith testimonials in the first blog that the Lord asked me to write beginning in 2010. This first blog is .Walking with our Lord.
Readers can go to this site where I share many personal testimonials of my journey of conversion and walking with Jesus in increasing faith living in America and in the Holy Land. Each of the testimonials are true and reveal many miracles and wonders that our Lord has done in our intimate relationship and which he desires to have with all His beloved children. I wrote each of the accounts after the Holy Spirit revealed the story that He specifically desired that I share publically on the blog.
Gordon: You are also a popular Songwriter & Composer Based on your experience, how can music be a helpful evangelization resource?
Ann: As I shared above in my personal history, ever since childhood, I had a special love for music, singing in the church and school choirs, and studying piano and organ, and composing songs as a teenager, and playing in two bands, and even during my university years in New York City, managing a new wave band, and aspiring to a music career. For reasons I do not fully understand, but in reflecting back over the years, it would seem that the Lord had other plans for my life before He would stir up the gift of music He gave me and fulfill the desire of my heart.
Despite the earlier path towards music, while at NYU I found myself pursuing a major in history, and then, going on to study for my Master’s in international business in London and returning to the US to start a career in international banking. It wasn’t until after I returned home from living in the Holy Land, in 2011, that the Lord opened the floodgates of inspiration, and began sharing from His heart to mine both lyrics and melodies, which I diligently struggled and worked to annotate as musical scores.
I have composed a little more than 100 compositions over the past few years of songs and choral works that are in various stages of development. I never studied music theory or composition, so I had to teach myself how to score and arrange music. This has at times so frustrated me that I have become discouraged. I cannot accomplish all that my heart desires as I do not have the technical training and skill required. However, the Lord in His goodness has brought other Catholics to assist me in developing some of my simpler pieces into more advanced works as orchestral scores, and also to produce professional recordings in the studio of some of my songs and those that I have cowritten with them.
There is a story that I have yet to write and post on the Walking With Our Lord blog that I am still meditating upon. I had a miraculous encounter with someone, “Tony”, who prophesied to me about my music mission. When I get discouraged and begin to doubt this beautiful gift the Lord has given to me, and the music mission which He has inspired, I recall the encounter with the mysterious and angelic? “Tony” and try hold his amazing words of encouragement and counsel deep in my heart. I haven’t been working too much over the last six months on the Lord’s music, so I must get back to work! Saint Augustine once said, “He who sings, prays twice!” Music is the international language of the soul, and reaches deep into the hearts of all people, and thus music can be a very effective and sweet form of evangelization and sharing with others the love and truth of God who is the Divine Author and Composer of Music!
After receiving Jesus in holy communion at the Cathedral I cried out to the Lord: Here I am Lord! I come to do Your will! I am Yours, do with me as You please! I say yes – Amen! Fiat! to everything You ask and want of me. Show me what You desire. Lead me in your way.
Jesus responded within my spirit with these words:
“Peace to those near and those far off, I bring. I make all one in My love. The time is coming when I will unify all things in Myself that are in disunity and discord. The time is soon for a great outpouring of My Spirit on all the earth. Be ready. Be prepared, I will come to make all things new.
Ann, you are My warrior – you and all those who love Me. You sound the battle cry that hearts must prepare for My coming in the glory of My Spirit.
Shout! Shout it out to the ends of the earth, the Lord will come! The Lord is coming! He is coming soon! Be ready to meet your Bridegroom with your lamps lit and burning brightly.
I come to save those who will be saved. My Spirit comes to reconcile those who will be reconciled to Me and My Father. Time remains to convert, but not much time. Bring your hearts to Me. Open your minds to My Truth. Like Pilate, many ask, “What is truth?”
The Truth is who I Am. My Love is Truth. My Life is Truth.
Be mine by converting your hearts to Me who is Truth. I want you forever to be with Me where I Am, but you must be willing.
Sound the trumpet!”
(Here the Lord prompted me to open the passage of scripture for this call, and I found it in Joel 2:1 where the full passage states:
‘Sound the alarm in Jerusalem! Raise the battle cry on My holy mountain! Let everyone tremble in fear because the day of the Lord is coming. It is close at hand.’)
After, Jesus continued speaking to me, saying, “the Lord comes with His mighty Spirit to cover the earth with gladness and Truth. But, Oh, for some, there will be pain, not joy, unless you convert and repent of your evil ways and enter into My Truth – enter into My Heart – My Love – My Life. Amen, Amen, Amen.”
In front of Jesus exposed in the Blessed Sacrament, during the hour of Adoration, I lifted my heart to my precious and sweet Lord and cried out to Him, “give me light, give me truth, give me You!”
Tender and lovely Jesus responded to me, “Ann, dear child, be at peace. I am here with you watching over you. You are dear to Me, my love. You are sensitive to My nudges to repent when you have sinned. I am pleased with you, dear child.
Do not judge, and you will not be judged.
I am the only wise God. I impart wisdom to My dear children, so that they may lead holy lives worthy of My Name, as their Father and Lord. Wisdom is received from Me through prayer. Prayer is having your heart open to My Spirit. Prayer is listening to My Heartbeats, where the impulses of My fiery Love pours forth into your souls. Wisdom is imparted in such a way. This is contemplation – the deepest prayer. No words are needed, only impulses of love between us – between our open and bared hearts toward each other. Peace resides in the mutual beating of our hearts. Joy! Ecstatic joy! The joy of two lovers! In the silence, two hearts beating together as one!”
I responded with all my heart, in the words Jesus spoke to His Father, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this is what you were pleased to do.
“All things have been committed to (You) by (Your) Father. No one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.” (Gospel of Saint Matthew, 11: 25-27).
The Battle Cry: Marching Orders for Spiritual Warfare – the week of Monday, May 26, 2017 through Monday, June 5, 2017
On Monday, May 26, 2017 I went to the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception for Holy Mass, and after receiving Communion, stayed as I usually do in contemplation of our Lord in the silence of the great Cathedral. Jesus began to converse with me.
“Dear child, be at peace. I am with you. I am always with you and all those whom I love. I love you with an everlasting love. There is nothing to fear – perfect love casts out fear.
(There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love. We love Him because He first loved us.” John 4:18-19.)
“Trust me. I am love –
in Me you live and move and have your being. (Acts 17:28)
As you are in Me, and I am perfect love, there is nothing to fear.
My mother endured all of her suffering in My peace because she was filled with My grace – My love. Her heart was bared – an open vessel – which did not resist the Holy Spirit of love which was poured into her. I want to pour out on all hearts My Holy Spirit afresh, but hearts must be open to receive this grace.”
At this moment in my meditation, I was overwhelmed with doubts and fears, concerned that I may be imagining these words from the Lord, that I was sinning by presumption, that I was deluding myself. I became so troubled that I told the Lord in my prayer that I was leaving the church immediately and was not going to stay with Him and listen anymore to these thoughts and inspirations that we’re coming into my soul. So I left the church, dejected. I did not return to sit in the prayer of quiet and contemplation with the Lord in the several days to follow due to doubt and fear.
Six days later, on the morning of Pentecost Sunday, I awoke, having had the most extraordinary dream. I remembered that I had briefly awoken in the very early morning around 5 AM and then had fallen back to sleep. Then I began to dream an incredible mystical dream. It was a vision in the night. In this remarkable dream I was confronted by the devil. I was in direct and intense battle with the evil one, who was threatening me, pursuing me and attacking me with all means of wicked warfare. Although Satan’s presence was not visible, -I could not see him with my eyes visibly in my dream – yet he was there in all his diabolical power and deception. It was an exhausting and terrifying ordeal and just at the moment in which the evil one was at his most threatening, I felt the Presence of our Lord with me. His Presence was not visible either, but I knew He was there, and He was helping me. His power and might vanquished the enemy and I was safe and liberated from his threats and attacks.
This mystical and awesome dream came to an end, as I awoke around 8 am on the morning of the Feast of Pentecost! I immediately began thanking and praising out loud the Lord Jesus and the Holy Spirit Who had come to my aid against the enemy of my soul and had given me the victory! I reflected with joy and awe throughout the entire day of Pentecost on this astounding manifestation of the power of the Holy Spirit in my night vision. It did not escape my understanding that, this gift of deliverance from the oppression of Satan, through the manifestation of the mighty strength of the Holy Spirit occurred on Pentecost Sunday, the birthday of Christ’s holy Church, and the day of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit on the apostles in the upper room in Tongues of Fire and to the sound and strength of a mighty Wind! I believe this mystical dream is not only for me. I believe the Lord allowed me to experience this trial, this testing, this spiritual warfare of Satan, and his mighty deliverance from the devil’s power on Pentecost to remind all of you that we have been empowered by the Holy Spirit to overcome all the wiles and snares of the wicked one and to be victorious in the power and might of the Love and Holiness of the Lord! I implore you to appropriate the experience Our Lord provided me in this night vision and take it as your own!
Then he answered, and spake unto me, saying
(In great condescension, in order to instruct as to the true meaning of the vision), This is the word of the Lord unto Zerubbabel; saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, saith the Lords of Hosts.”!!!
On Monday, June 5, 2017 I went in the evening during the Hour of Adoration to adore the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament at my local church, Saint Patrick’s. Having experienced the blessing of the night vision of Pentecost, I confidently opened my heart and spoke these words to our Lord.
I am open tonight, Lord, wide open in heart to hear Your words. Speak, sweet Jesus, gentle Spirit, loving Father to me Your little child. I am ready. My heart is ready!
I heard Jesus say to me:
“Well done, Ann, you have released yourself to Me. Now I can speak and you will hear Me. I love when my dear ones come and visit Me in adoration. So few come and spend time with Me. You do not come often enough, Ann. Please come and sit with Me more often. Sit and rest and let Me refresh you and fill your soul with My love and Presence. There is no striving in My gentle peace. Soak My peace into your soul like a sponge soaks water. I fill your soul with My Spirit which runs like Living Water through your being, strengthening you, filling you with hidden Power – a reservoir of strength and power for trials to come. And trials will surely come to you. My child, do not fear the trials which are to come, for I will be with you, beside you, within you, helping you through them all. Trust Me, lean on Me and in those days I will carry you in the strength of My love which lives in you.
“Be good dear child. Be very good, so My love will shine forth from you and others will come to know Me and love Me in you. Be kind, be true, be gentle, be genuine, be trustworthy, be careful in your speech. Do not rush to speak too hastily. Take your time to lift your heart in prayer to Me for guidance in what you say – how to respond. You are often hasty with your words. Slowly, carefully, and listen to Me and others. Learn from Me, learn about others. Hear them well and then respond in love and gentleness, led by My Spirit.
‘Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.'(First Corinthians 13:4)
“All is well, dear child. Go forward filled with My peace and love to share Me with all whom you encounter, through your gentle words and loving deeds.
After receiving holy Communion, my heart cried out, “Jesus, my Joy!”
Jesus responded, “Yes, Ann, Joy! Joy for the world who no longer have to walk in fear. I have conquered death. I raise up those who believe in Me to new Life – a Life of joy and abundance, capable of facing any trial in the strength of My grace. Even the trial of death is Joy as the believer knows their hope is not in vain and that they will come to be with Me in My eternal Life which already fills them through faith. Death is the last trial, a passage to My everlasting kingdom.
Joy! I came to give Life and life more abundantly to those who turn to Me, trust Me and have faith in Me. Your trust will never be confounded. I am true to My word and promises. I have risen from death and live – a testament to My word, the truth of My words.
Witnesses testify to My resurrection. Many gave their lives in witness to this truth.
I am the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First to rise from the dead, the Living One who lives forever. Those who know Me and trust Me live in Joy, because I live!”
I came before the Lord today to adore Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, gazing at His Face, in faith.
“Here I am looking at you, Lord.”
“I see you, Ann. Be at peace. I am here with you, in you, before you, all around you. You are Mine through and through. You belong to Me. There is nothing to fear when I am near. All is well. All is peace in Me.
You are learning patience. This is good. I am pleased. I have been training you, subtlety, gently, quietly, silently in the inner recesses of your soul. I am conforming you to Myself – to My image.
I am infinitely patient with those I love and who love Me. I am constantly forgiving their faults and failures, because I know their love for Me is true and lasting. They are on their way to Me in My heavenly Kingdom.
I know who are Mine for all eternity, and with these I am infinitely patient in love, mercy and forgiveness. They trust Me – trust My love for them and look to My mercy. You are like this. You are one of My trusting ones, Ann. How happy this makes me. Nothing brings Me more joy than a soul who trusts in My love for them. Trust is the way to heaven – the path to My heart.
Little child, how dear you are to Me. Stay small and little in your heart. Be humble at all times. Humility is trusting in My mercy, knowing one’s need for mercy and seeking My mercy in all simplicity of heart, mind and soul.”
“Gentle Jesus, give me Your mercy, for I am in need of Your kindness and love. Forgive me my faults and failures from Your everlasting treasury of mercy!
“My heart is ready, O Lord, my heart is ready.”
“Ann, My child, I am here with you. Be at peace. All is well.
My little daughter how I love you. How I love that you have come early to meet with Me before Mass. So many just run in the door minutes before.
I am the King of the universe, worthy of respect. How many would do the same for a human monarch? No! – respect, anticipation, reverence and trepidation would precede an audience with any earthly king. Preparation would be made in order to be ready for such an audience. Do I deserve less – Your Master, Creator, Savior, God and King?
Be ready people for your King and Judge is coming soon. You do not know the day or the hour, but I tell you, you see the signs of My approach all around you. Will you receive your King? Will you be ready? Will you be prepared for My coming? Will you have your house in order for My arrival?
I will come as suddenly as a thief in the night. Be prepared for you do not know at what hour your Master will come. I say, be prepared to greet your King with all love and reverence, with your sins forgiven and put far behind you. The days of Grace are now. Soon will come the Day of Judgment. I love you and do not want you to perish or be severely judged.
Come to My Heart – open for you to enter – wide open to receive you and pardon you for all your offenses. Will you come to Me to be forgiven? You are in need of My forgiveness as I am a holy King. Where I am, no unholiness may enter. Purify yourself in My Blood.”