My bruised little flower petal...November 2005

In front of the Blessed Sacrament...I was asking my Lord what it was that He wished to say to my beautiful daughter. In my heart, I heard the words: ‘My bruised little flower petal...’ and I saw within my heart, my daughter in a field of flowers, her head downward in sadness, with all the flowers in the field bent over in sadness as well, as her back was to Jesus, who was standing behind her. His arms were outstretched, and had tears in His eyes... then the rest of the words came, but which I promptly forgot.

I rushed home, not wanting to dig up the prayer, nor think about it, so I purposely forced everything out of my mind until I got home. I prayed the Rosary, then asked my Lord that if it was from Him, to reveal to me again what He may have said to me just before. The only words that I did remember were the words ‘My bruised little flower petal’ and the corresponding image. So I wrote down those words, and then all the rest came back...

“My bruised little flower petal...I look down upon you and wash you with each one of My tears. I reach down, and hold you close to My heart, for I am your Jesus, and I love you!”

...upon the words ‘your Jesus’, the impression upon my heart was that Jesus would have died even a thousand deaths for my daughter, even if she was the last and only person left on earth...