February 3, 1987
Lord, I feel void, empty, not as usual. Cold as a stone!
Vassula, it is I who prunes your branches, giving strength to you; I am your Devout Keeper; by pruning you I strengthen you, so that your fruit may be plenty;
Lord, I feel void, empty, not as usual. Cold as a stone!
Vassula, it is I who prunes your branches, giving strength to you; I am your Devout Keeper; by pruning you I strengthen you, so that your fruit may be plenty;