Jesus to Vickie Smith on November 8, 2025
My daughter, hope is on the way, many vessels of hope—not just one, but many. Fruits are sprouting of My work, some expected and many unexpected. Do I find you worried, or with lamps lit and filled for the season?
Miracles and more miracles announce My arrival, but many are unnoticed and ill-defined. Attentions are drawn in many directions; there is but one direction, like many rivulets that all lead to one channel of My presence, My love. Your heads are turned elsewhere, but My Mother, full of grace, seeks your hearts to turn the heads of her children—deaf and dumb, blind, and even incompetent—to give voice to My presence.
You try to figure out too much. Your resolve and your answer will be found in prayer. And in prayer, your hands will be quieted, your voices in unison, your hearts echoing Mine and hers before the Father—All–knowing, All-powerful, All-present—to give glory, not judgment.
Meddling! I tell you again, I find you meddling in affairs to scorn, judge, and persecute others. Again, I tell you: go to your room, shut the door, and pray, and I will take care of the rest, when you rest on My shoulder. You fear things that have not even happened yet or caused you harm. Because of fears, you open the door to the one who knocks with his instruments of fear: disturbing memories, misplaced trust, images real and unreal, imagined or seen on devices, used by him, the adversary, to rattle the chains of fear.
Your answers for peace are found in My cherished priests—some, not all, for not all of them cherish Me as a safe harbor, the anchor, the Food creating little room in their hearts for Me, despite their habit. I tell you now: pray and fast for My sons and daughters.
Very soon, separations will increase. Weeds from the garden will be plucked out. I will be minding the many distinctions between the sheep and the goats… I am true wisdom, noticing all details, such as those who are self-absorbed, meaning those who are more full of themselves than Me—in time, energy, action, and language. While you have time, and because I am mercy, turn away from the shadows. Arise, shine.
Time is of the essence. Now, do not spend time working your minds on only portions of My words that interest you, such as “time is of the essence.” My point is clear. I have called you, equipped you, and gifted you with knowledges that pitch your ear away from the world, to incline what you hear to the echoes of My voice and heart, so that you may enter the gates of heaven. Doubt you do not need, graces you have, and prudence I have breathed within you. I have touched you that you may understand even the most difficult to comprehend times, to the extent that you have disposed yourself to Me.
I am nectar. Come and suckle on the true vine of faith, that you may be fed, nourished, and prepared for what is to come. Go now. Oil is needed.
