SONG OF SONGS 2:10-14
My beloved speaks and says to me: ‘Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.---- mine,
In every life there must be seasons of suffering and grief there is no other way to be purified. Gold is tested in the furnace and souls are tested in the crucible of suffering, the fire of grief so too will your soul emerge pure, strong, full of courage, and steadfast in the face of trials and tribulations. There is no victory apart from the union of your daily cross with Mine that paid the debt of all your sins and transgressions.
Fear nothing, ---- my own, I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all. Be of good cheer. Remain in Me as I remain in you and be filled with My Holy Spirit. Hidden deep in the cleft of My Sacred Heart and the Immaculate Heart of My Mother you and everyone you love will be kept safe from the storms of life. We will bring you to safe harbor.
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