The Name is Jesus

Walking down a dirt road, scared and alone... She can feel the chill of the night on the back of her neck...Her eyes scan the woods that line the road, she feels as if eyes are following every foot step she takes..Her walking becomes brisk, she looks back..How did I get here, she wonders.....This road is not familiar...How do I get out of here? She can hear murmuring sounds from behind the tree line, the leaves begin to rustle...An unpleasant odor fills the atmosphere...The sounds are frightening!!! She becomes frozen in her stance, legs are too weak to run, and her voice, she can't seem to find it...The sounds seem closer, the murmuring has turned to a suspicious growling....Help!!! She can't scream, everything in her is shuttering in fear...How did I get on this road??? Suddenly dark shadows loom in closer from the road side......These shadows, they have no form, they came toward her with such force, they knocked her off of her feet. An arctic chill filled the air, causing her deep breathing to be visible. Her hands clenched the dirt road, her eyes shut tightly...These shadows have a voice, they say....You are a failure, You will never amount to anything, You are filthy, No one will ever love you....Eyes welling with tears....Frantic screams, desperate cries...The shadows become stronger, they are gaining their strength, they can sense she is becoming weaker...They torment her....Don't you remember where you came from? Don't you remember the terrible things you have done? You are a disgrace...And again, no one will ever love you. The shadows have tripled in size and in numbers...She is lying face down on a cold dirt road, The shadows begin to beat on her flesh, her body hasn't a fight left in her...Her soul has surrendered...

The shadows sense that she has given up....They retreat, back into the dark abyss they had emerged from..After several hours of hysterical tears and replaying the words spoken over her, She tries to pull herself from the tear soaked dirt...Her soul is weak and her body feels broken...How did I get here??? A dim light appears in the distance, a rustling of the trees startle her....The wind seems to be picking up....The light is moving toward her, she struggles to get to her feet..Upon standing the light disappears. Her heart racing and her body trembling, she tries to gain control...A voice from behind her breaks the silence...How did you get here? She reluctantly turns, in front of her stands a man with eyes of compassion.... Shuttering, She pleads, "Please help me"...The man reaches out His hand , she flinches....I will not hurt you, You don't know me, but I have known you...I know all things...You are not a failure, you have plans and purposes, you are beautiful and I will always love you...Your past is not your future and I do know where you come from...Sobbing...She asks, Who are you?...With his hands clasping her face He says I am...Jesus.... your father...You came from me, I created you..I chose the color of your eyes....The sound of your laughter... and have counted every tear you have cried...Where have you been? I have been here your whole life, I have sent my people to you, they tried to tell you about me, but you weren't ready to listen.. Why have you come now??? Now is the time, that you must recieve me...You have much to do for me and my people...There are people waiting to hear your story..Only you can lead them to me...Will you follow me? He bent forward and kissed her forehead....Her eyes closed and her knees weakened...She opened her eyes..and He was gone....

WAIT!!!! Jesus...Jesus...Don't leave...I believe...I believe...You are my father....Daddy, Daddy.....Please come back..I am afraid......A hand brushes her hair from behind...she swiftly turns...JESUS!!! It's you ...You came back...She lept into His arms, embracing her He said,..."You don't have to be afraid anymore I am here, just call my name.....Nothing else...Just JESUS!!!!!"

Crowns For the King...

A little girl standing in front of a full length mirror, there's a large wooden chest at her feet ...This is not an ordinary chest, It has the most gorgeous princess gowns a five year old could ever see, The plastic high heels, shiny plastic tiaras and the most brilliant feather boas. She stands in the mirror with the most royal posture...Pink is her favorite color, its the dress with the shiny butterfly broach..Putting this gown on becomes quite a task, the length of the arms are a bit to long, and that stunning plastic emerald ring gets stuck in the lining every time....From the next room, she hears her name being called......She runs to the doorway and replies...Mommy, I'm getting ready for the king....She rushes back to the mirror, fixes her hair and places the most exquisite plastic tiara she can find on the top of her head....She looks in disgust....This crown is broken and is too big!!!...Her name is called again.....She walks hastily back to the doorway....Mommy, I'm not ready yet...You must come now, we must go.....

A teenage girl standing in front of a full length mirror...A prom gown resting at the foot of the bed...This isn't any ordinary gown, this gown took months to pick out, it's perfect...She stands in front of the mirror with the most royal posture...Putting on this gown was quite a task , It was a beautiful white gown, the type of gown only a princess would wear.....From the next room she hears her name....She runs, to the doorway and replies.... I am almost ready, I am fixing my tiara..It's a little big.... She rushes to the mirror and places the tiara on her head and says...Wow, I feel like I'm getting ready for a king...Her name is called again....She was startled and moves quickly away from the mirror. The tiara loosens from the pins that it was fastened with and smashes to the ground...... Tears well up in her eyes.... Her name is called again...You must come now, we must go...

A women is standing in front of a full length mirror. There's a large wooden chest at her feet...This is not an ordinary chest, It has all of her fondest childhood memories in it....The most gorgeous princess gowns a five year old had ever seen, plastic high heels, broken tiaras, tattered boas, a beautiful white prom gown, Photographs ,and a jewelry box with a dancing ballerina. She stands in front of the mirror.......She looks away quickly, she can,t bear to see the bruises on her face...She can't bear to see the pain in eyes that no longer resemble her own. From the next room, she hears her name being called...She runs to the doorway fearfully and locks it. She rushes over to the wooden chest and pushes it hastily in front of the door and yells back ...I'm not ready yet.....Anxiously pacing the room...back and forth...She reluctantly walks to the bed side table, opens the draw revealing a bottle of prescription sleeping pills.....She looks back at the chest from her childhood, sadly she manages through her tears to sit in front of the chest...She begins to remove her memories, one at a time underneath the photos, through bruised eyes she sees the smashed tiara...Her name is yelled again...You must come now, we must go

I am not coming she whispers standing in front of the mirror..... I know her .... she looks familiar...She places the tiara on her head and thinks....What would someone like me have to offer a king?? Her vision begins to become impaired, the reflection in the mirror is becoming blurry....Stumbling she makes her way to her bed, looks to the floor and sees the open bottle, The open bottle was empty....Her eyes become too heavy to keep open, her limbs become weak , Shallow breathing.............She hears her name......She gasps, I'm not ready......

An unfamiliar voice calls to her......Who is this??? My Princess why have you done such a thing? You are correct, you are not ready, You must go.....

Return and get dressed you haven't met the King yet...Wait she says desperately...What do I have to offer a King? The voice got closer, a light from a space that was so vast, it appeared to have no origin...Warmth over her face, a gentle kiss on her cheek, the aroma of a spices filled her nostrils... You must go and prepare for your King, but , before you go I have something for you....She saw an outstretched hand...She reached back ...He said, Take this crown...It is not broken and its your size, You are a princess with much to offer a kIng...When you return to this place again, it will be your time...and you my sweet, will lay many crowns at your kings feet.......