Translated from Spanish
Automatically translated with the GPT-4o API
I have created the woman with my own hand. Every part that composes the woman, I have placed there. I made the woman as a perfect and refined creation. I took delight when I was forming the curves of the woman. The womb of the woman is her creative part. Life flows through the womb of the woman. I use the womb of the woman to bring life to earth, and the womb of the woman is a channel that must be open to me, for I am the one who sends the souls, and the womb of the woman is the channel that receives the souls, the portal through which souls enter this world.
In the eyes of the woman, you can see the delicacy of my Spirit. In the hair of the woman, you can observe the softness with which I act. In the hands of the woman, you can observe the gentleness with which I touch hearts. I crafted every detail in the woman. As she is, the woman is made to serve.
When she shows me her hands, I want to see delicate hands, soft hands, hands that have raised children, that have caressed children’s cheeks. I want to see hands that have served their husbands, that have comforted their family when they were sick. I want to see the hands of a woman, and I want to see hands that have given, that have been generous to those in need. I want to see hands that have taken the hands of the poor to give them comfort.
When I see a woman’s hands, I want to see hands lifted to the sky to pray to me, to praise me. I want to see hands that have worked on things that please me. I do not want to see rough hands, men’s hands. I want a woman’s hand to be a delicate, fragile hand, but at the same time industrious. I want to see clean hands, hands that have known how to serve, how to feed their own, how to care for their children. I want to see hands that have known how to caress.
When I look at a woman, I want to see clear faces, I want to see relaxed brows because they trust in me. I do not want to see superficial masks. I am tired of seeing this world full of superficial masks, of women who think they are something they are not, because I have created each face as I wanted. I gave you that nose, that mouth, those eyes, those cheeks, that chin. I gave you your hair, and I also gave you the shape of your body. Do not reject my creation, because it is the same as rejecting my hand.
Women are created to bear, to carry life. Women are bearers. I love women. They are my sublime creation. The heart of a woman is softer than the heart of a man. The heart of a woman is not made to think complicated things; it is made to radiate love, sweetness, and understanding without judgment. I love meek women, who do not seek their own glory, and every woman who is humble knows me, but the one who is haughty and arrogant of heart is far from me, says the Lord.
Women are made to be covered by men, like a person who is inside a cave during a storm and is protected by the walls from water, wind, and rain. In the same way, women are made to be protected by the strong walls of men. I made man to protect women, and woe to the man who harms one of my daughters or leaves them unprotected.
Tomorrow I will come, says Jesus, and I will seek out all those women who, when they see me coming among the clouds, lift their gaze to the sky with humility, in silence, without commotion, whose hearts have surrendered to me as their king. I will come to seek only those women who knew how to close their mouths to iniquity and open their ears to my counsel. Because I speak softly to the ear, and the woman who is humble and meek of heart remains silent, with her mouth closed, listening to what I say.
But the haughty of heart, the arrogant, the domineering, my soul abhors, says the Lord. I cannot speak to her because she is unwilling to listen to anyone, and all she wants is to dominate her environment and control, like a spider weaving its web around her, and anyone who walks near her falls into her trap. My eyes are not upon her. My voice never spoke to her.
But the one who knows how to bow her head, who knows how to humble herself, I will exalt. She is crowned with honors, says the Lord. My hand is upon her, and I speak softly to her ear, and I take delight in her delicacy and softness. That woman who knows how to be humble is the one who shows the glory of my creation, because she is more valuable than rubies, more beautiful than flowers. Her manners are delicate and gentle, and her voice is calm, and when she speaks, peace enters the hearts of those who listen to her.
But my soul abhors women who raise their voices to speak, women who take pleasure in injustice, who walk over the heads of the poor and the sad, and who idolize themselves, sitting on a throne in their hearts, saying: I will serve myself and make everyone serve me. She will burn in the fire, because she is not synchronized with my creation. I did not create a woman to be haughty, to be a diva of this age.
I am pleased with the wise woman, the intelligent one, not because she has much knowledge of this world, but because she knows how to keep silent when it is convenient, because she does not kill her neighbor with her tongue, but always thinks things over twice before speaking because she knows the power of her tongue. I love the woman who knows how to control her mouth, who tames her tongue like a wild horse that has been subdued, who uses her tongue to bless and not to curse, who does not envy her companion, but always seeks to comfort hearts in need of love and companionship. I love the woman who detests injustice, who raises her hand to stop it when she finds herself in a situation where someone is being unjustly punished.
The spirit of a woman is permeable, says the Lord. It is more open than that of men. Therefore, she must remain pure and chaste, because if she does not keep her heart clean and her mind calm, if she does not learn to master her carnal desires, if she does not learn to trample the serpent of pride, the devil can easily impregnate her, because a woman is open. She is like an antenna that perceives many things, and depending on the channel she uses, she will receive one radio or another. If her heart is dirty, she will be open to the wrong radio, but if her heart is clean and her motives are right before my eyes, she will be a transmitter of the radio of my kingdom.
A woman who learns to listen more than she speaks will be able to discern when a voice comes from evil. The wise woman is the one who has learned to quiet her thoughts so she can listen, observe, and notice when evil is lurking before her. But a woman who talks and talks all the time is not fit to listen, because the only voice her heart hears is her own, and it is not free to hear Me. Her eyes are so distracted by what she herself wants that she cannot see clearly; she cannot discern between good and evil.
I am now calling women to quiet their spirit, says the Lord, to be meek and allow Me to work in them. I have called women to come to Me with piety, compassion, and mercy in their hearts, because a woman’s righteousness is what clothes her, and her spirit will be protected, and the devil will not be able to enter her. Even if her spirit is permeable, her garments of righteousness and humility will protect her.
But a rebellious and disobedient woman is susceptible to any influence of evil that is in the environment, and her spirit has open doors everywhere because she does not understand the order of My creation. She does not understand that I have sent her a man to close those open doors in her spirit, to be her shield around her spirit.
But most women in this world do not comprehend that when I give them a husband, the husband is like a circle that surrounds the woman’s spirit and makes her spirit impervious to the darts of the evil one. And this spiritual shield, which is the man for the woman, can only be active when the woman accepts and understands that through meekness, service, and obedience, this shield becomes stronger and stronger around her spirit, her delicate spirit, and the evil one has no chance to influence her.
A woman does not understand that the man is her covering by the nature of his creation, says the Lord, that the man’s hands protect her at all times when the man is also under My own covering, that the man’s hands are the ones that stop the darts of evil because the woman’s spirit is like a sponge that feels, that feels on her skin, that sees beyond what the man sees, that perceives the different vibrations in her environment. But it is the man who stands beside the woman, who knows how to stop the bad influences around her. It is the man who has the character to stop the works of evil because I made your husband like a strong shield, says the Lord.
The spirit of the woman is light. The woman is made to float in the spirit, to be like a feather that rises to heaven. Her feet are not rooted in the earth. But the man is more earthly. His feet are glued to the ground, but his hands hold the woman so she does not rise higher than she should.
When a woman does not want to submit divinely to her husband, she lets go of the hand of her man, who has his feet glued to the ground, and her spirit flies higher than it should, and she leaves the protection zone where her husband was sheltering her, because the woman floats and is prone to being carried by different winds, by different doctrines. The woman is prone to believe the first thing she sees because her heart is more innocent, because she is less rational, more intuitive, and more sensitive.
So, it is the man who gives her the necessary balance, who reminds her that she is on this earth, who brings her back when she is floating. But when a woman does not want to listen to the advice of her husband or the advice of a wise man, she has no protection because she floats and is carried by any wind that appears in the air, and she simply does not realize that she is getting lost.
Woman, says the Lord, I am calling you now to take My hands and compare your hands with Mine and realize that a man’s hands are not the same as a woman’s, that a man’s hands are rougher, that they use strength, and a woman’s hands use delicacy, the delicacy of the spirit.
Men’s hands are made to work the earth. They are rough, they are strong, because this is what is needed to pay their debt. But a woman’s hands have to be soft, to caress her children, they have to be delicate to teach, to instruct her family. A woman’s heart is made to burn with love, says the Lord, to be a fire that burns away harshness, to calm the man. A wife’s hands are made to caress her husband’s hair, so that when her husband comes home, he finds tranquility and refuge.
Why do you not want to be as I made you, if to Me you are such a refined creation, if to Me you are like a diamond, like a precious stone of great, great value? If you knew how great your worth is, woman, in My eyes. When I see one of My daughters who understands how I want her to be, who learns to discern when the serpent wants to lead her astray, I send My angels to protect her with utmost care, that no one touches that precious stone in My kingdom:
Protect My daughter from evil, for there are few like her: meek, humble, loving, who only seeks to serve, to comfort, to be a refuge, to pacify, who only wants to give, who does not seek to be first, who does not seek to stand out, who does not want to be what she is not, who does not dress like a prostitute, but dresses in righteousness, with humility, seeking beauty in all things, perfuming everything around her, who speaks calmly, who opens her mouth with wisdom and not with pride, with arrogance.
That woman is loved by My heart, and I send My angels to surround her at all times, and even when she sleeps, her sleep is guarded by My angels, and I anoint her with fresh oil, and I comfort her heart and her tears, for she weeps at the injustices of this world. She opens her heart to understand, to listen to the advice of those who love her, of those who know Me, and she closes her heart to gossip, and she does not compete with other women, but shares what she knows, consoles, and comforts. That is the woman who pleases Me.
Come to Me, all you suffering women, says the Lord. Give Me your hands, give Me your wounds, show Me your wounds, confess to Me that you want to be the woman I have created, that you want to honor My creation, and I will lift you up higher than you ever imagined, and I will fill you with honor and honors and give you new clothes in the spirit, white as snow. And I will give you a glorious and radiant face, and your feet will be delicate and brighter than gold, and your hands will have fine movements, and your eyes will be like two diamonds: bright, transparent, illuminating whoever looks at them; and your tongue will distribute life instead of death, help instead of judgment and condemnation.
Give me your heart, says the Lord, so that I may mold it according to my pleasure. I am calling all women now, from every nation, to cleanse your skirts, to trample the serpent of your ego, to bow your head to me with reverence and respect, and to learn to follow me with a humble heart. So that when I come, I may find you blameless, serving, and praising me, for I love the songs of women. Their soft and delicate voices penetrate my heart.
I cherish the voice of a gentle woman. When she sings to me, the birds sing praises. When a woman sings, no unclean spirit can resist it, for the voice of a meek woman has the power to cast out unclean spirits. When a humble woman praises and sings to me, it is like a consuming fire to the darkness around her, and the angels begin to play their harps. My ears delight, I smile, and my heart fills with delight and joy.
If you knew, woman, how much my soul values you, says the Lord, how beautiful your body is, which I created with my own hand, you would stop hating yourself for no reason. You must understand that I made you as you are, different from man, because it pleased me, and I delight in the differences. Women who have me in their hearts, who fear God, are like the most beautiful flowers. When I look from above, from my throne, to the earth, they are the most beautiful flowers of all, they shine the brightest among the crowd. Their fragrance reaches my nostrils and calms my wrath.
If you feel that your heart is still too hard, that your character has not yet been shaped to my liking, if you feel there is a layer of rock around your heart that has not yet been broken, if you look at your hands, woman, and see that they are too rough, if you need to rest and follow instead of being followed, if you are tired of commanding, give me this yoke, and I will carry it. Ask me, says Jesus, to transform you into the woman I created, the woman I planned for you to be, and I will gladly place my hand upon you and start to smooth anything rough that shouldn’t be there.
I can mold you with my hand and change in your character what may seem impossible to you, says Jesus. I can teach you to be humble, as I was when I was on this earth. I can shape you to be a woman who pleases me, to be my smile, for everything is possible for me. Even the most twisted, distorted, and sick characters, I can heal them. If you hold firmly to my hand and trust in me, I can teach you how to lower your voice so you can sing to me in love. I can teach you to control your mind so you learn not to wander into unprofitable things. I can teach you how to relax and let go of the reins of your household so that your husband can take them back, and the yoke will be lifted from your shoulders, says Jesus.
If you seek me in love, in honesty, in understanding, if you accept that I made you a woman, that I created my most delicate creation, I can make you my glory, for I want to look at you, woman, and see you shine before me. I want to transform you and remind you where you came from, to remind you of your womanly nature. I can soften your rough hands. I can transform them and heal your pain. I can repair the wounds of your past, says Jesus. All you have to do is surrender and stop trying to control what cannot be controlled; surrender, pray to me, and give yourself completely.
I am the master who knows what you need, and if you allow me to work in you and renew you in spirit, you will find the joy you never had trying to be something you are not, something you will never complete, says Jesus. Come to me, woman, be humble and seek me, and I will bless you more than the stars and protect you from any wind of reproach. And the devil will be furious because he will not be able to touch you, for you will dwell in me alone. Through humility, you can be protected, learning to listen more than to command.
I love women; not those of this age, but those who remain in my Spirit, worshipping me all day long. I will reward such a woman, and she will be the one who sits by my side and drinks from my cup at my feast, and we will celebrate together, says Jesus. Amen.