Love of waiting

Around at 4:15am on August 3, 2010

Jessica Song

(These words were given during the predawn prayer on August 3.  I was praying feeling how frustrated the Lord would be about those who were not transformed.  I prayed earnestly repenting my shortcomings and wishing to be transformed.)

*The words of Holy Son, Jesus*

Can you hear me?  I have something to tell you.

Come to the deeper world; come closer to me. Do not just try to come and stop. I know your desire to bear my heart. Don’t let your heart be distracted by the noise of the world.

When it comes to love, love grows bigger depending on how you grab each moment. The great power that unites your thoughts and my thoughts is love.  If you make your love toward me grow bigger and bigger, the balloon of the love flies to the sky and eventually reaches my world.  

(The images of balloons came to mind: at first, a small balloon and then a hot-air balloon later.)

It is the balloon of love, the hot-air balloon of love.

Keep on listening.  Listen to my word that flows softly in your heart. The conflict occurring among you can be resolved when they understand my heart towards each one of them. It is hard if they try to resolve it physically.  Receive my heart that wait and wait more for the transformation of their lives. I have raised each one of you in that way—with love of waiting.

Waiting may be long and boring, but I wait because there is hope. A person who lives, feeding on love, changes.

(Thinking of one, I said, “I truly wish so-and-so will change.”)

Listen to my words more deeply.  I had great expectation towards lives. I still have the same expectation. Even if the expectation cannot be fulfilled at once but it will take long time, I do not stop hoping.   I believe that my hope will certainly come true.

(I asked him again, “How frustrated are you looking at each life?”)

I said, “Coming to me is like climbing up the holy mountain of heaven.” Do you remember? It is an endless battle with oneself while climbing up the mountain. They hit against rocks and get scraped by them, too. The things that are not smooth in their hearts make it hard for them and obstruct their way to me. However, they must climb up to the end. Without giving up. They should make up their shortcomings by utilizing their forte and merits.

Convey my love and how to come to me.

Today as well, let us pull on the oars together. Go on knowing that you are not alone even in the middle of an endless ocean. I am always next to you who pull the oars, and I row with you.