Our Lady came in pink and gold and prayed with me this morning. The beads of the rosary seemed to float through Her fingers. They became illuminated as they passed through Her hands. She only moved Her lips on the Glory Be.

She spoke, “Pray. I do not call My children together at Maranatha in error, but through God's Mercy and His Grace. The provision of My Heart will be made manifest at Maranatha.”

She drifted back towards heaven – fading away. A sparkling cross was left in Her place momentarily.