"Leave me alone."
Jesus sighed.
"I can clean you up. I can protect you."
His child curled up in to a tighter ball.
"I don't know why You're still here." he barked.
Jesus opened His mouth, but there only escaped a soft groan.
"I can be your Shepherd. I can watch over you."
The child grew irritated.
"Look, just shut up already. I don't need anything, especially from You. Can't You get the hint?"
Jesus looked down and took one step towards His child of the night.
"I can hold you. I can heal you."
The child flinched.
"Stop...stop it..." the child whispers, fighting back tears. "Go away. Go away!!!"
Jesus jumped slightly from th
One of His sheep thought He wasn't looking. And He knew how this one little sheep could be. He was headstrong and rebellious. He believed it could do anything by itself, that it could do no wrong.
He watched as the sheep tried to unlatched the hook. After much difficulty, he finally succeeded and wandered off. Jesus stared at him; His eyes never left. He gripped His staff and quietly followed him. The rest of the sheep slept in the green pastures, the stars as their nightlight.
The sheep successfully jumped over rocks, over broken bridges, over small gaps. When he turned around and saw Jesus slowly following him, he panicked. He ran as fas
Jesus and Jacob walked together in a valley filled with flowers.
"I am grateful for what You give me, Jesus," Jacob said as he stared at the ground.
Jesus smiled at him.
"I may not be able to live in a beautiful mansion, or a beach house where I can see the sunsets. But at least I have shelter. At least I have these people and these things that You have given me, that You have placed in my life. I am blessed in so many ways." Jacob smiled.
Jesus replied, "My blessings to you are like the flowers you see."
Jacob looked around and Jesus bent down to grab one.
"There are...so many blessings, Lord." Jacob said in awe.
Jesus smiled at
Bobby stared at the Crucifix in his hands. He meditated on Jesus' Passion for all of mankind...for him. He didn't understand. The more he thought about it, Bobby broke down in to a great frustration and tears.
"Why? Why did You have to die for me?"
He threw himself on his bed and kept the Crucifix in his hands. He stared at His Savior on that cross. And it made him even more frustrated.
"I belonged there, not You. You didn't have to do it, You know."
He flipped over on his stomach and sighed.
"You are innocent. You've done nothing. I'm disgusting and dirty, and I've done...well, just about everything. I know why You did it...but I don
It was called The Terminator. Not based on the movie or anything...just a rollar coaster with a huge drop right at the beginning, loops that never seemed to end, and the speed of it was just...dangerous.
Nate stared at it and gulped slowly. He wanted to get on...but he was literally afraid that the ride would kill him.
"What are you afraid of?" Jesus asked him as He also stared at the rollar coaster.
Nate didn't answer. He just gulped again.
"Nate, c'mon! You aren't scared of a little rollar coaster, are you?" one of Nate's friends asked as he ran towards the line.
'Yes!!!' Nate's mind screamed.
"No!" he replied.
"Alright, then go.
"You are too funny, Jesus!" Alice laughed.
Jesus smiled and scooted closer to Alice. "What else do you want to talk about?"
"Well...I know this is totally weird and off topic, but I wanna talk to You about fears."
"Fears? Sure! Do you have any?"
Alice giggled. "You know, Jesus! Only You know; I may be scared of things that I don't even know exist!"
He smiled and said, "Yes, but I just want to hear you say it."
After she melted over how cute His smile was, she said, "You first. Do You have at least one fear?"
Jesus looked at her. His eyes reached deep in to her very soul and He said, "Yes."
Alice shuddered by the power in His voice.
Genesis 2:7
We are all special.
If we trip or fall, if we have a blemish on our face, if we say something very idiotic...
It matters not.
God took His Precious time creating you. He made sure to form your eyes a certain way, your nose a certain way, your body a certain way. He made sure to make you special in your own way!
God didn't just splash your eyebrows on and say, "Okay, I'm done."
He places every brow on your eyebrows gently and delicatly, and he made it that it would stay that way. You hair, your eyes, your arms, your legs, your torso; He took great care when He created them.
He used His Time; His Time, something that He coul
"Good night, babe..."
"Night, hon..." Jessica whispered with a smile as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye.
It was three in the morning. She was grounded, but she just had to see him, her lover. Even if it meant breaking her bedroom window after her parents had locked it because of her excessive sneaking out. She didn't care. She knew that rebellion was all a part of teenage life, and she was ready and willing to live it out.
She turned the doorknob of the front door of her house and smiled when she discovered that it was open. She saw no lights on; perfect.
She quickly entered and locked the door as quietly as she could. She then turned
It was a nice summer night. Jesus stroked Cayla's head slowly and carefully, He put His fingers through her fine red hair. She purred and patted Jesus's left hand. He smiled and said, "Love, I need to tell you something."
She sat upright in His lap.
"What is it, Jesus?" she asked eagerly.
"You need to know of My protection."
Two doves flew up a tree right across from the Olive Grove where they were sitting. One of the doves was gently cooing to the other, and the other dove responded by cooing back. Cayla watched carefully and then Jesus pointed at them.
"Do you see those two doves, love?" He asked.
"Surely..." sh
Adam had the voice of an angel. Whenever he sung, the people around him suddenly became enchanted and wanted to hear more of his attractive, melodic voice.
He would practice singing in a little studio that his father set up for him, and he never forgot to sing at least one song for the Glory of God. Every time he practiced, he sang to Jesus and he especially liked to sing "Forever".
Every day, Adam took time out of his own schedule to sing to Jesus; he was not ashamed, nor was he shy. He knew that God had given him this gift, the gift of song. He planned to use it until he could no longer sing.
One evening, Adam was walking home from his l