Chapter Five
She became a devoted follower. She went to church. She served in the church. But most of all, her mission in life was to share her experience with others. She helped many in her church to overcome obstacles in life. She helped many to find themselves in God after a traumatic experience. But most of all, she gave her love, her time, her life to the people around her.
Her first official talk came 2 years later, when her church invited her to give a talk in church about the difficulties in her life. The minute she stood up on stage, she felt the Holy Spirit came upon her. And she opened her mouth and spoke,
“Come out, evil ones!”
At once, manifestation began all over the church. People screamed, they fell to the floor. The whole place was in chaos.
“OUT! GET OUT!” She hollered. More screams resulted. The whole church was given deliverance and yet, the helpers in church did not know what to do.
“Be still.” She commanded.
Everyone calmed down immediately. A few continued to convulse. She began to sing.
Holy Spirit, thou art welcome in this place
Holy Spirit, thou art welcome in this place
Omnipotent Father of mercy and grace
Thou art welcome in this place
Peace went through the place. The Holy Spirit came upon all who were there and many began to weep with the joy of His love. Silence followed as many people received the Holy Spirit once again in His presence. Many wept with the joy of knowing Him again.
The next words she spoke were, “I went to Heaven and came back. I killed myself, but God lead me to Heaven. He showed me His love is truly unconditional. You can experience the same joy, the same love, because He loves you as much as He loves me. Of course, I am not asking you to kill yourself. No. I am asking you to seek Him. In your joy, praise Him. In your sorrow, praise Him. Seek His face and He will come. He never forsakes you and He never will. He is your Father in Heaven, and He loves you more than anything. He is One with you if you would let Him. He is yours if you are willing to be His. Allow Him to come and live with you. Walk with Him and let him into your heart. Experience His joy and His love in your life. Cry out to Him in faith and He will lead you. Trust Him with all your heart and soul. Never turn away from Him in times of sorrow, but seek Him to lead you out of the dark tunnel into the light once again. He will come and lead you, if only you would let Him. He will lead you out of the valley of the shadows of death and into His light, for He is the Light of the world."
Many people were weeping by now, and many cried out to the Lord. She stepped back and fell to the ground. She worshipped the Lord, giving thanks to Him for His strength and His power. Many in the congregation followed suit. Soon, the whole church was giving thanks to the Lord.
“Go now, go and share this with your loved ones. Share this with your family, with your friends. Tell the world of His great love. Bless His name and He will bless yours.”
She stepped back once again and walked down the stage. Many were still worshipping the Lord, lost in their communion with God. She smiled as she walked out of the church.
“It feels good Jesus.” She whispered. “Thank you Holy Spirit”
The spring in her footsteps as she walked away was undeniable.
She had fully come home to Him...
Friday, May 9, 2008
To Heaven and Back (Chapter Four)
Chapter Four
She woke up in her house once again.
“Was it a dream?” her first thought came.
She looked at the floor around her. Blood was everywhere. Her blood. She gasped. She touched her left wrist. It was unmarked. Smooth as before. She felt the peace in her, the love, the joy that reached deep inside of her and could never be touched by the world. She knew that her past did not matter anymore. She knew that God forgave her of everything. She knew that God had healed her of her wounds, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Nothing matters except what she could do for others who went through similar experiences like her. Nothing matters besides the lives she could touch. Nothing matters because Jesus will be there.
She woke up in her house once again.
“Was it a dream?” her first thought came.
She looked at the floor around her. Blood was everywhere. Her blood. She gasped. She touched her left wrist. It was unmarked. Smooth as before. She felt the peace in her, the love, the joy that reached deep inside of her and could never be touched by the world. She knew that her past did not matter anymore. She knew that God forgave her of everything. She knew that God had healed her of her wounds, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Nothing matters except what she could do for others who went through similar experiences like her. Nothing matters besides the lives she could touch. Nothing matters because Jesus will be there.
To Heaven and Back (Chapter Three)
Chapter Three
She found herself back in the house. Everything was quiet. Outside, people were still singing but she felt a sense of silence returning to her soul. She felt God is near.
“What is it my child?” Jesus asked, standing quietly beside her, looking at her with His calm peaceful eyes.
“How did I get here Jesus? I killed myself. I committed a sin. I should have gone to Hell. I do not deserve this.” She exclaimed.
“You deserved everything, Child. You are One with me. You followed me. You gave your life to me. And so, I am Yours, always Yours. Do you think that God is so unforgiving? If He can forgive you of all your sins, why can’t He forgive you for killing yourself?”
She sat down and sobbed.
“I am sorry Jesus. I am sorry.”
She found herself enveloped in a bear hug as Jesus opened his arms to her. She cried as His love came so unconditionally to her. She cried as her heart healed in His presence. She cried as all the pains of the world left her. She cried as Jesus showed her all there is in the world is LOVE.
“Hush my child.” Jesus spoke. “Remember who you are in Christ. Do not despair, for God does not forsake you, ever. Trust unto His endless love. Seek His face and He will heal you.”
A cloud of peace came upon her. Her tears dried. She nodded. Breathing deeply, she felt the love that God gave to all. She breathed His love, His joy, His mercy, His grace, His forgiveness. She breathed all.
“Thank you Lord. Thank you for showing me” She whispered.
“Go, My child. Go back and change the world one at a time. Share your story. Share your love. Love all, and enjoy all. Nothing matter if it is transient. Only the kingdom of God matters. Share your life with others like you. Find strength in Me.”
She looked as Jesus walked away. He turned back, gave her a smile and was gone. But she knew He is still with her, right there, in the Spirit. She saw the bright light again, and this time, she had no fear. She knew what she had to do. She walked into the light and was gone.
She found herself back in the house. Everything was quiet. Outside, people were still singing but she felt a sense of silence returning to her soul. She felt God is near.
“What is it my child?” Jesus asked, standing quietly beside her, looking at her with His calm peaceful eyes.
“How did I get here Jesus? I killed myself. I committed a sin. I should have gone to Hell. I do not deserve this.” She exclaimed.
“You deserved everything, Child. You are One with me. You followed me. You gave your life to me. And so, I am Yours, always Yours. Do you think that God is so unforgiving? If He can forgive you of all your sins, why can’t He forgive you for killing yourself?”
She sat down and sobbed.
“I am sorry Jesus. I am sorry.”
She found herself enveloped in a bear hug as Jesus opened his arms to her. She cried as His love came so unconditionally to her. She cried as her heart healed in His presence. She cried as all the pains of the world left her. She cried as Jesus showed her all there is in the world is LOVE.
“Hush my child.” Jesus spoke. “Remember who you are in Christ. Do not despair, for God does not forsake you, ever. Trust unto His endless love. Seek His face and He will heal you.”
A cloud of peace came upon her. Her tears dried. She nodded. Breathing deeply, she felt the love that God gave to all. She breathed His love, His joy, His mercy, His grace, His forgiveness. She breathed all.
“Thank you Lord. Thank you for showing me” She whispered.
“Go, My child. Go back and change the world one at a time. Share your story. Share your love. Love all, and enjoy all. Nothing matter if it is transient. Only the kingdom of God matters. Share your life with others like you. Find strength in Me.”
She looked as Jesus walked away. He turned back, gave her a smile and was gone. But she knew He is still with her, right there, in the Spirit. She saw the bright light again, and this time, she had no fear. She knew what she had to do. She walked into the light and was gone.
To Heaven and Back (Chapter Two)
Chapter Two
She woke up in total consciousness. She could sense everything and hear everything. She saw light, a bright shining light that she had never seen before. Something was not right with the light, she thought. She could stare at the light and not feel the pain in her eyes.
“Am I in Heaven?” She wondered.
Someone was walking towards her. It was a man dressed in all white and he had a genuine smile on his face. His gentle eyes searched hers and he lifted up his hands as if in prayers before coming towards her. He bent down. He touched her forehead and whispered, “Be healed”
She felt a surge of power coming into her. A power so full of joy that she had a overwhelming desire to laugh out loud, to stand and jump joyfully, to shout for the simple pleasure of shouting. To declare to the world how joyous she felt. Her pain suddenly disappeared, and in its place, a sense of total peace, a sense of wakefulness like never before. She knew that what happened to her was nothing against her. It just happened. Life events, life courses, it mattered not what happened to you, but how you deal with it. It mattered not what you did in the past, but what you do in the present. She understood the truth of life in a second. It was as if the power that surged through her woke her to this truth.
“Who are you?” She asked the man dressed in all white.
“Your friend.” He said
He offered his hand to her, and she saw the hole that passed through the palm of his hand. She gasped!
“Jesus!” She breathed
“Yes My child. Rest in me for you will find rest.” He smiled gently and lifted her up from her sitting position.
She looked around her. Everything looked the same. She was still in her house; the window still looked out to the street. Everything was in place. But yet, something was different. She was different. She lifted up her left wrist. The cut on her wrist was gone. She touched the place where her wound was. Nothing. No pain. No cut. No wound. No blood. She gazed in wonder at her perfectly woundless wrist and then looked up at Jesus, who was still staring at her gently, with a smile on His face.
“Come My child.” Jesus invited.
She followed Jesus out into the street. She saw what was different now. The street was full of smiling joyful people. They sang praises to the Lord. They jumped for joy. They worshipped Him who is All That Is. She felt a power inside her coursing forward, and before she knew it, she was singing praises alongside the rest, smiling and dancing joyously before the Lord.
Jesus smiled again.
“Welcome Home, My child. Welcome home.”
She woke up in total consciousness. She could sense everything and hear everything. She saw light, a bright shining light that she had never seen before. Something was not right with the light, she thought. She could stare at the light and not feel the pain in her eyes.
“Am I in Heaven?” She wondered.
Someone was walking towards her. It was a man dressed in all white and he had a genuine smile on his face. His gentle eyes searched hers and he lifted up his hands as if in prayers before coming towards her. He bent down. He touched her forehead and whispered, “Be healed”
She felt a surge of power coming into her. A power so full of joy that she had a overwhelming desire to laugh out loud, to stand and jump joyfully, to shout for the simple pleasure of shouting. To declare to the world how joyous she felt. Her pain suddenly disappeared, and in its place, a sense of total peace, a sense of wakefulness like never before. She knew that what happened to her was nothing against her. It just happened. Life events, life courses, it mattered not what happened to you, but how you deal with it. It mattered not what you did in the past, but what you do in the present. She understood the truth of life in a second. It was as if the power that surged through her woke her to this truth.
“Who are you?” She asked the man dressed in all white.
“Your friend.” He said
He offered his hand to her, and she saw the hole that passed through the palm of his hand. She gasped!
“Jesus!” She breathed
“Yes My child. Rest in me for you will find rest.” He smiled gently and lifted her up from her sitting position.
She looked around her. Everything looked the same. She was still in her house; the window still looked out to the street. Everything was in place. But yet, something was different. She was different. She lifted up her left wrist. The cut on her wrist was gone. She touched the place where her wound was. Nothing. No pain. No cut. No wound. No blood. She gazed in wonder at her perfectly woundless wrist and then looked up at Jesus, who was still staring at her gently, with a smile on His face.
“Come My child.” Jesus invited.
She followed Jesus out into the street. She saw what was different now. The street was full of smiling joyful people. They sang praises to the Lord. They jumped for joy. They worshipped Him who is All That Is. She felt a power inside her coursing forward, and before she knew it, she was singing praises alongside the rest, smiling and dancing joyously before the Lord.
Jesus smiled again.
“Welcome Home, My child. Welcome home.”
To Heaven and Back (Chapter One)
Chapter One
She sat by the window...staring out into space...her mind millions of light years away from her body. Her thought were back to where she started...where she came from...how was she going to face her present and her future? She couldn’t get past her past...and it was slowly killing her...
Thoughts of her childhood...thoughts of how she lost her childhood in one flick of a second. How ashamed she felt after...the nightmares that came after that...how she lost her trust in her most trusted loved ones...how could she ever go on?
She was fifteen, and yet felt like fifty. She felt like she knew everything. She felt like life was no longer worthy to live on...she took up her penknife...stared at it for a moment and imagined how it would feel like to slide it over her wrist. She put the blade on her wrist...and slowly but surely, sliced it across her wrist, drawing blood from the cut. She felt pain, but the pain was nothing compared the pain she felt in her heart. She felt blood coursing out from the wound, and it was like life oozing out of her. She lifted her hand, and cut the blade into her wound the second time, making the cut deeper, drawing more blood. Blood pumped out of her like a river overflowing the banks, she felt her strength leaving her...she dropped the blade, letting her hands fall freely. The pain felt good now, she embraced it. It would be over soon she knew. The misery that she knew as life was going to be over soon.
She slipped onto the floor, lying against the wall. She closed her eyes, feeling peace at last as her life poured out of her. She saw her life flashing across her eyes, her achievements, her success, and her regrets. She slowly lost her consciousness and everything went black...
She sat by the window...staring out into space...her mind millions of light years away from her body. Her thought were back to where she started...where she came from...how was she going to face her present and her future? She couldn’t get past her past...and it was slowly killing her...
Thoughts of her childhood...thoughts of how she lost her childhood in one flick of a second. How ashamed she felt after...the nightmares that came after that...how she lost her trust in her most trusted loved ones...how could she ever go on?
She was fifteen, and yet felt like fifty. She felt like she knew everything. She felt like life was no longer worthy to live on...she took up her penknife...stared at it for a moment and imagined how it would feel like to slide it over her wrist. She put the blade on her wrist...and slowly but surely, sliced it across her wrist, drawing blood from the cut. She felt pain, but the pain was nothing compared the pain she felt in her heart. She felt blood coursing out from the wound, and it was like life oozing out of her. She lifted her hand, and cut the blade into her wound the second time, making the cut deeper, drawing more blood. Blood pumped out of her like a river overflowing the banks, she felt her strength leaving her...she dropped the blade, letting her hands fall freely. The pain felt good now, she embraced it. It would be over soon she knew. The misery that she knew as life was going to be over soon.
She slipped onto the floor, lying against the wall. She closed her eyes, feeling peace at last as her life poured out of her. She saw her life flashing across her eyes, her achievements, her success, and her regrets. She slowly lost her consciousness and everything went black...
God-inspired
Ok...I am going to post another story, definitely God-inspired this time.
I felt God speaking to me, giving me the power to write. I came home, switch on my laptop, and prayed. I asked God to use me, to use me to speak...and He did...
The new story..."To Heaven and Back"
I felt God speaking to me, giving me the power to write. I came home, switch on my laptop, and prayed. I asked God to use me, to use me to speak...and He did...
The new story..."To Heaven and Back"
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
A Second Chance (Epilogue)
Another 3 years had passed and Alexander and Christine had a beautiful 2 years old boy, Shawn. She was now a full time church staff dedicating her life to God and her family and friends. She also had a loving and wonderful family to return home to every day. Alexander still sent her to work every day and picked her up after work so that they could return home together to their beautiful boy and home. Christine had finally come home to where she truly belonged...
A Second Chance (Chapter Five)
Theirs was a beautiful wedding. Church bells tolled as the happy couple walked down the aisle towards their new future. Dressed in all white, Christine declared to all that she was pure in her heart and soul once again and her radiant smile told of her happy fulfilling life ahead with Alexander.
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