Your tears will turn into dancing. Rejoice, My little one, rejoice, for your God and Savior has found favor with you, and your prayers and supplications are being blessed by the Father, for He hears the cry of the poor.

The poor are those with meek and humble hearts who love Me as their one and all. God delights in such souls. The MOC are His delight, for they resemble My Mother in God’s holy radiance.

Persevere in suffering all with Me with your gaze fixed on Me, and you will witness great miracles: the lame will walk, the blind will see, the broken will be restored, the oppressed will be set free, the wounded will be healed, for God is present in the world.

Please persevere with patient endurance, and I promise that you will not be disappointed. Rejoice, my little one, rejoice!