Messages 2004
A mother’s love.
December 11th, 2004.
Atlanta, Georgia, USA,
Received by RL.
This is Mary, wrapped in robes of deep purple and blue, robes of mourning for my son and for the world deprived of him. Even food did not appeal to me, and I could not eat. There was no place on earth I wanted to be; there was no place for me on earth. “Crying” could not even describe my feelings, for tears had run dry.
How many times on earth have mortals experienced such grief? How many times are hearts cut to the quick? It is the human condition. My heart broke for all time, as other hearts have broken. And in this heartbreak, I now love the world, I am the epitome of mother’s love, patient love, unending love. Do you see? You have heard it well.
The heartbroken love, the love and heartbreak, allows us to feel, to love, and to comfort others. Who do the devout all over the world turn to in their extremity of misfortune? To whom do they pray when grievously wounded? To Mary, “mother of God”. You see… because that love is there - they know my patient never-ending love is there.
I leave you now with love,
Mary