Words are Hollow Until They are Tasted

 Janine, my child, you come to me at this Tabernacle. You come to me that we may commune with the Light of my womb, Jesus. I remind you of what we  have. Let us descend into the depths of the River of the I Am where all is made clear. The clear waters of the River of the I Am hold the Lifeblood of Jesus that all may become clear in the ways of love and only love.

You have witnessed to kindness. You have witnessed to the love that is being spread for you are learning to love all the more and not less. You have tasted more and not less and you give more and not less. 

These words have been tasted by you for  you have tasted more and not less within your heart. Words are merely words until they touch your heart. Let those with ears to hear, hear, for love cannot be love until it is tasted. Words are hollow until they become tasted.