September 15, 1987
Jesus, I can’t stand to have them wound You constantly. Hurry and let those thorns out!
O daughter, I will point them out to you, one after the other, I will tell you where they are placed and with My Strength you will pluck out one by one; and instead of those thorns that wounded Me, I will let you offer Me only flowers from My garden of delights; for they have been growing under My Light, exhaling on earth their sweet fragrance, embellishing My garden; within My Heart and in Its most intimate depths, I still have the lance’s blade; Vassula, this too will be removed; with My Power I will pull it out; I will not spare them this time!
unite My lambs and tell them that, “I, the Lord, bless them”