Russia Will Be The Symbol Of God's Glory
February 1, 1988
Vassula, I have so many times asked for the consecration of My daughter, Russia; I have implored her consecration; today, Vassula, is the day she had seen the Light; she will be commemorating her millenary anniversary;
Vassula, your sister is dead, but the Lord is near her now and will resurrect her and Love will love the Unloved and she will cry up to Him: "You are My God and Saviour!" with this cry, the demons shall take flight; fearing, demons will flee; for this nation will become one and God's most devoted servant; healed and resurrected by God's Strength, her stature of holiness will attract all her neighbours by her devotions to the Almighty; Russia will be the symbol of God's Glory of God's Mercy and Love; her hymns and chants, that are so sweet in Our ears, with her graceful movements, will rise up to heaven like incense; Love will resurrect her as He resurrected her a thousand years ago;
I am the Lord, the Resurrection; when I will resurrect Russia, she will restore My gifts, she will embellish My House again with love and I will unite her again to Me; I will offer her My Bread and My Wine and she will not refuse My Food; she will accept My offer and she will eat My Bread and drink My Wine, renewing herself, praising Me; I will clothe her with My Glory; I will adorn her majestically; I will irrigate her from My Own Springs; I will replenish her stores; My Eyes are upon her, ah Vassula, just wait and see! daughter, how I long to see Peter, My Peter, visit your sister...
Encourage him, Lord, to go. Lord, open his path, if this is Your Will.
come, I am working in many hearts; Vassula, pray to attain My Father's favour; I will restore My Church; woe to the unfaithful!
Vassula, I wish to remind you that it is I who stunts the tall trees and makes the low ones grow; come now, we, yes; us, yes; yes, Vassula, never doubt; I have taught you to see Us with the eyes of your soul; I am your Teacher; I love you, never doubt;
February 2, 1988
peace be with you, flower; it is I, Jesus your Saviour; Love has found you in wretchedness among wretchedness; beloved! I the Lord have laid My Divine Hands on you and embellished you ... to look at Me glorifies Me;
Jesus, I hate myself for being wretched.
what are you saying Vassula!! you seem to forget how I am united to you; beware of what you say; remember, 'us, we'?
O Jesus, your patience is Great ...
I love you; come, listen to My Mother,
how I love you, Vassula, to Spiti Mou se zitai, i portes ine orthanikhtes yia sena pethi Mou to noritero meta ti thefteri praxi;