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The Heart of God I 1
Our Lord, in his infinite wisdom and love, has instructed me to place the following (Message of January 20, 1995) at the beginning of this book:
“Imagine, my children, the entireearth covered by pure white snow,untouched by human hands. So it shallbe that my mercy will consumemankind...These words which I havespoken to you will engulf many in theflames of my mercy.”
April 30, 1994
 
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I don’t know if I can do this, Lord.
I will show you what to write. I will place my thoughts in yourmind and heart.
What if I just write what I think you might say, but it’s only my imagination?
Daughter, could you imagine goodness, sincerity,compassion? Are these your thoughts or mine? I, the Lord,am all these things. I am a God of Love, of Mercy, and DivineWisdom. Know this: I inspire your hand.
Lord?
I am here.
I wish I could see you and know what you look like, and what  you are wearing.
Daughter, write this. I am clothed in simplicity and humility. Ispeak from my heart, which bursts with love for my children.I, the Lord, mourn for them, for their souls. I am acompassionate Father and merciful God. Do they think I willtake away their happiness? Have I designed mycommandments to rob them of joy? Tell my children they willinherit joy and inherit abundantly by following mycommandments. Tell my children I wait with open arms as myheart cries out with sorrow.
Lord, I cannot keep up so fast.
Rest, daughter. Is not your peace and tranquility in me? Domy children not know I desire their happiness, their fullness of life? I want to share it with them. I wait as an outsider to becalled, yet they do not call me.I am sad and brokenhearted.
O Lord, what can I do? I love you. I have nothing to offer you
 
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because everything I touch I make a mess out of it.
Child, offer me everything. Offer me your distractions, yourdisappointments, your failures. Together we will proceed tovictory. My wounds ache for love.
Lord, I think this is all my imagination. What if I’m writingdown things I’ve read?
Child, has the moon passed away? Has not the sun beenlifted above the horizon each day? Faithful are my gifts andfaithful are my words. Can your imagination produceholiness? Can you who are wretched reveal compassion?Daughter, I, the Lord, your God, am speaking through you.Never consider yourself worthy or above another. I shallalways remind you of your wretchedness, yet I, the Lord, JesusChrist, the only Son of God, love you, all of you, with all mysoul and being. I love you to depths you are not capable of understanding, nor will you ever. Oh, from the depths of myheart, I cry out for my children, for my little lost ones.Daughter, cover me with your blanket of love, for I, the Lord,am cold from the lack of love and trust from my chosen ones.
Who do you mean, Lord?
 The ones I have hand-picked and nurtured since before theywere born. The sweet aroma of my love I have surroundedthem with, yet they have not blossomed or returned love toLove. I am Love.
Lord, my arm is tired from writing.
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The amount of writing thus far would not ordinarily tire one’sarm, but I have suffered from carpal tunnel syndrome for many yearsand had recent surgery on both wrists to relieve the pain.Nevertheless, holding a pen in a contracted position for any length of time still brings discomfort and fatigue.
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