Chapter 2

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I woke up the next day in the same bed from last night. I guess this isn't a dream. I said to myself. I got out of bed and went down the stairs and saw all three of them were up doing different things. God the Father was cooking breakfast and humming. Jesus Christ was outside fixing something I couldn't make out. Holy Spirit was in the garden. I went back upstairs and changed into some clothes that I didn't care about getting dirty because I was going to go out into the garden to help Holy Spirit. I went outside and went to the garden. Holy Spirit was planting something in the garden. "Hi." I said waving. "Hey, Faith would you like to help me?" "Yeah." I said getting down on the ground grabbing a shovel. "So, Holy Spirit how is it so beautiful here?" I asked. "You don't have to call me Holy Spirit call me Grace. Like the Spirit of Grace." She said. I nodded my head. "And the reason why it is so beautiful here is well. Have you read John?" She said. "Yes, I have." I said. "John 14:2 said In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may go also. And where I go you know, and and the way you know." "Do you understand that verse?" She said digging. "Yes I understand completely." I said giving her a plant. "Well, do you want to go back inside?" Grace said. "Sure." I said getting up and helping Grace up. When we got back inside God the Father got done cooking breakfast and there was fish, whole wheat bread, olives, figs, dates, and red wine. They had red whine and I had grape juice. After we prayed God the Father asked me if I recognized the breakfast that we were eating. "Hmmm..."I hummed thinking. "I know, I know." I said excitedly like I was a little kid in a candy store. "It is what Jesus ate for breakfast." I said proudly. "Very good Faith!" God the Father said. "We will do things like this to make you understand what we are trying to do and why we brought you here." Jesus Christ said. "Okay, thank you Jesus Christ." I said. "Just call me Logos that is what everyone calls me." "Okay." I said. "So what are we going to do today?" I asked. "Well, you and Logos will go on a walk and he will help you with somethings. I will show you around after you come back and Grace will show you something very special." God the Father said. " Okay." I said. Logos and I went for walk and while we were walking he showed me some of his favorite places. "Now this is my favorite place of all time." Logos said showing me a huge waterfall. "Wow, it is so beautiful!" I said mesmerized by the sight of it. "And you can see why it is my favorite place. I come here to clear my head sometimes." Logos said. "But why your Jesus Christ can't you just forget about it?" I asked puzzled. "I know I am Jesus Christ but, I have problems to. I can't just forget things out of the blue. I have so many memories. Some good, some bad. I never forget anything." "Oh, I'm sorry." I said. "There is no need to be sorry." Logos said. "I just don't understand why Annie had to die." I said starting to cry. "Come here." Logos said holding out his arms to me. I collapse in his arms and it just feels amazing. A feeling I can't describe. I cry and cry. "Why why did you take her away from me?" I asked wanting to understand. "Faith, look at me." Logos said. "Sometimes things happen and we don't know why. Sometimes I don't even know why." "He heals the brokenhearted and binds their wounds." "Psalm 147:3." We say together. We walked back to the shack and God the Father was ready to go and show me around. "You ready?" She said. "Yes." I said. We were walking and God the Father showed me some amazing things. "So, what can I call you?" I asked. "Don't you remember?" She said. "When you were 10 years old. You were in your room and reading the bible when your mother got a call from your grandfather. He said that your grandmother died. You went to the funeral and told your grandmother that she will be okay and she will be with Papa. Your grandfather asked you who you were referring to and you said God. Your grandfather told you that when he was little he called God, Papa. And you called me Papa ever since." Papa said. "I remember. Thank you Papa. "I remember when I was 17 after Annie died I couldn't trust you because you took her away from me." I said crying. "For the word of the Lord is right and true; he is faithful in all he does. The Lord loves righteousness and justice; the earth is full of his unfailing love. By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth." "Psalm 33:4-6." Papa said and hugged me while I was crying. "It will be okay. I will never leave you ever. I will always be with you no matter what." Papa said. We went back to the shack. "You ready Faith?" Grace said. "Yes." I said. We went outside and went into the garden. "Do you know what this is?" Grace said walking around the garden. "I'm not sure." I said. "Who had a garden in the bible?" She asked. "Adam and Eve." I said. "Yes, and this is the garden." She said. "Wow." I said. "Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." She said. " Matthew 11:28." I said remembering that verse from when I was in my darkest moments when Annie died. "Yes." She said. "We want you to know that we are here for you and we will never leave. Do you remember when you were little and your grandfather died and you were so upset and you were so broken? And you said that you felt something around you that was warm and comforting? That was Papa giving you a hug. Do you remember?" She asked. "I do. Logos and Papa hugged me earlier and it felt like something I couldn't explain. It felt like I didn't have to worry anymore and I was in another place with Papa. It felt amazing." I said. "Do you want another hug?" She asked. All I could do was nod. She stretched her arms out and hugged me. It was the same feeling as it has always been. Warm and comforting.

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