I took Psalm 55 as the passage for today, and my Father led me from there to Psalm 62: 9 and Isaiah 1: 18. Through these He spoke to me of the need for repentance in today’s world. In Psalm 55, David wrote of evil and strife in the city, and there is much of that now. David, however seemed to cry out for God’s justice, but my Father asked me to open my heart to the evil doers of this time. They are His children, strayed though they are, and He loves them. Out of love for Him, I loved them, too, those who have most bound themselves in hate or in ego - self. I spent much of the prayer period asking His mercy on them, asking Him to soften their hearts so that they could be free.

There was one man in particular that He drew me to. He is much in the news now, charged with a series of rapes, murders, dismemberments, and cannibalism (1). My Father would extend His mercy to even someone like this. So, I prayed for him, his victims, their families, and his. I asked Him to set things right there.

I asked Him, too, to preserve me in the path to Him I have chosen. As I did so, He gave me a visual response. In the imagery, I saw myself taking off a red cloak and washing it in a stream of blood. When I had finished, the cloak was white. From there, I washed it in a steam of milk. When I had finished, the cloak was of cloth-of-gold. It shimmered in the dazzling light that was nearby. I put on the cloak, and walked into the light.

The first washing I understood from Isaiah 1: 10. It was the washing away of my sins in Jesus’ blood. I didn’t understand the rest, so I asked by Father to help me. The milk was the milk of grace, nourishing my soul toward spiritual growth. The final cloak was that of ultimate sanctity. Walking into the light was union with Him. I understood this not just in a personal sense but also as a promise to all His children. Even the accused murderer for whom I prayed could wear the golden cloak, if he would just wash his red one.

The time went rather fast.

(1) Current note: This was Jeffrey Dahlmer.