Monday, October 29, 2007

". . . Go into nature . . ."

Seasons Speak...

Medjugorje this morning, October 29, 2007. Seasons speak to us, especially when we do as Our Lady has told us to do.

April 25, 1993

"…Go into nature…"

The leaves of 2007 in the Medjugorje vineyards burn with colors as they enter the finest hour just before death. They decompose to help the growth for the next season. The martyrs burn and shine in their finest hour at death. They were the seeds for conversion and the church grew. Those who enter into hell no longer have purpose. The hatred and torment by the fallen angels towards their existence in hell is of such an intensity that we cannot grasp it, even with the greatest of an imagination. They have no future. They have no purpose. Your trials, your sufferings have purpose. When you lose sight of your purpose, go into nature, refresh your soul. Make every hour your finest, surpassing the last, until you live your last as your finest hour.

With Love,
A Friend of Medjugorje

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PSALM 71 SPEAKS TO MY HEART

Forsake Me Not When My Strength Is Spent

In you, O Lord, do I take refuge;
let me never be put to shame!
In your righteousness deliver me and rescue me;
incline your ear to me, and save me!

Be to me a rock of refuge,
to which I may continually come;
you have given the command to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress.

Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked,
from the grasp of the unjust and cruel man.
For you, O Lord, are my hope,
my trust, O Lord, from my youth.
Upon you I have leaned from before my birth;
you are he who took me from my mother's womb.
My praise is continually of you.

I have been as a portent to many,
but you are my strong refuge.
My mouth is filled with your praise,
and with your glory all the day.
Do not cast me off in the time of old age;
forsake me not when my strength is spent.

For my enemies speak concerning me;
those who watch for my life consult together
and say, “God has forsaken him;
pursue and seize him,
for there is none to deliver him.”

O God, be not far from me;
O my God, make haste to help me!
May my accusers be put to shame and consumed;
with scorn and disgrace may they be covered
who seek my hurt.

But I will hope continually
and will praise you yet more and more.
My mouth will tell of your righteous acts,
of your deeds of salvation all the day,
for their number is past my knowledge.

With the mighty deeds of the Lord God I will come;
I will remind them of your righteousness, yours alone.

O God, from my youth you have taught me,
and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds.

So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those to come.
Your righteousness, O God,
reaches the high heavens.
You who have done great things,
O God, who is like you?

You who have made me see many troubles and calamities
will revive me again;
from the depths of the earth
you will bring me up again.
You will increase my greatness
and comfort me again.

I will also praise you with the harp
for your faithfulness, O my God;
I will sing praises to you with the lyre,
O Holy One of Israel.
My lips will shout for joy,
when I sing praises to you;
my soul also, which you have redeemed.

And my tongue will talk of your righteous help all the day long,
for they have been put to shame and disappointed
who sought to do me hurt.

Monday, October 29, 2007

". . . Go into nature . . ."

Seasons Speak...

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