You are a garden enclosed,
my sister, my bride;
a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
You are My own private garden where I desire to come in and go out at will, and nothing delights Me more than to find you waiting, eagerly for Me to come to you and spend a while with you. Each time I come to you, I am delighted to find you thinking of Me, contemplating My love for you, recalling the myriad ways in which I reveal to you that you are Mine. Your soul is My hideaway from the hate and evil in the world. Just as you delight in resting in Me and in My Sacred Heart like a weaned child on its mother's breast, so do I find rest in your soul. Your love gives Me joy after the pain that the world inflicts on Me. The more you spend time waiting for My return, the more beautiful you grow in spirit. The more you meditate and contemplate My life, the greater the joy I will receive in entering that sacred space in your heart where the sweet waters of your love flow and where I can drink deeply after the aridity of the many souls who reject Me, deny Me, and are ignorant of My all-consuming love for them. Remain in Me and I will remain in you, and I will give you all that your heart and soul need to bear abundant good fruit that will last, My sister, my bride, my delight.
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