I prayed and asked God what I was to do with these words. He said, "They are gems for my children." I praised HIM and asked HIM to let me be worthy. He said you have been made worthy by the BLOOD OF THE LAMB. You are to fill your book as the pages of life to be shared for mine and those yet to be mine. . . . For the flower cannot be picked if the stem knows it is not to be broken. I cannot pick of the flower until it has yielded to its master, for how is it to know it is to yield if it doesn't know my story . . . . . for my gardeners shall help me plant my vineyards, but first my gardeners must be taught of my ways and desires before they can serve me so that they can serve others. They know me and they already know whom they are. They shall help me reap in my harvest as I so instruct. I have already prepared mine to know and hear my voice, for does not a servant know the voice of his master? A loving master who calls you TO HEED MY WORD and go forth in BOLDNESS and CONFIDENCE. I am with you always until the end of the world, but of my world there is NO END. I am raising up my own to do what it is I have set before them, and they shall know what it is that I have set before them that others may know of it also. Little one, doubt not your value, for there is no higher calling than to serve my Father for whom I am gathering up souls. Why must I reassure you continually? For you are as a stone that had gathered moss that I have cleaned up and shines new. Live in that light for it does shine for all to see.