Monday, March 14, 2011

a new kind of reality

I used to ask my daddy if the fairytales were true. "You can make them whatever you want to."
That was a long time ago, though. Like, a decade or so. When me and my daddy were still friends.

I've always been captivated by fairytales. I liked to belive I'd one day dwell in my very own castle. And fairies would dance around me, singing. I would defeat the bad witches. I would find beauty.

I think everyone loves that idea. That maybe there really is a land in a far away place, that has all the things we've ever wished for, possible or not. A land with no crying, death, pain, confusion, disappointment, or lies.

Heaven...it's real, you know. It's so real.
I'm reading this book. It's called Heaven Is So Real!
It's by Choo Thomas.
And it's about her many experiences with Jesus Himself in the flesh.
And her travels to Heaven.
And Hell.
At first I told myself I was reading it for another enjoyable fantasy, like Twilight.
But...I believe in it. 100%

There really is this far away land...and Jesus has made me my own mansion!
He told Choo that the Kingdom is ready for His Children. He is ready for us!
But we're not ready for Him yet.

What do I need to do, God?
Pray more?
Read my Bible more?
Tell everyone about the Gospel?

There are so many people who have this friendship with Jesus.
Like Abraham (Choo met him, by the way.).
Moses and Abraham and Adam and others had a close, personal relationship with Jesus.
He trusts them!
Jesus told Choo that He trusted her, and called her His friend!

I so want that.
I wanna be so close to Jesus, that no other earthly relationship matters anymore.
I wanna walk and talk with Him in the flesh.
I wanna just know He's there.
I believe it, yeah.
But I want to KNOW it.

I wonder how all those people got so freakin close to Him.


But, it's so refreshing to know I wasn't created for this world.
That I was created for one specific purpose.
God Himself created me, knowing already what my purpose was.
I love that (:
It makes me feel less weird.

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