I was struggling to pray the Rosary this morning. I just stopped and looked at Mother Mary in my mind, and she looked at me and said to pray to her Son, Jesus instead. And then that is what I did, even with words which came to me such as, “Jesus, I am sorry that I have offended you” and more prayers of praise and jubilation.
We had a conversation in my heart. The most important thing He said to me was – and this is for you, too –
“Come before Me with roses in your heart.”
I could smell the fragrance of roses at that time, and I smell the fragrance even now as I write – a spiritual sensing of the odor of sweetness of a rose.
I think this means that we should confess our sins, often even, so that when we speak with Jesus – when we approach Him at the altar, we are pleasant to Him Who gives us His Very Life in His Precious Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity at every Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. This is a mystery.
But I do know He is present with me, as is Mother Mary. How this can be is a mystery.