"Michael," the child says, "How come there are white things swirling around
in Mommy and Daddy and Joey?"
The Archangel turns to the small child, a new arrival.
"Amy, those are spirits. Your family is sad because you are gone, and you can see that in the movement of their spirits."
Amy looks disappointed up at Michael. "But, I do not want them to be sad, I am having fun here. And it is so pretty. Mommy would like it."
"Yes, she will like it here."
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Joey sat in his room. Even though he, like many other fifteen year old guys, could sometimes be rebellious, he knew he'd make a good role model. If only Amy were still around. She could always make him laugh.
He looked at the poster he had pinned up just an hour ago. It read, "Who do you turn to when the only one who can dry your tears is the one who made you cry?"
In an abstract way, it fit how Joey felt.
Suddenly a noise came from his computer. –Email, at this point in time?!- Joey thought. Even so, he checked it. It was from his youth group buddy, Jacob. What it said made Joey start up his printer again.
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"'In my Father's House are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. John 14:2,3' That is very true, is it not, Amy? Joey's friend Jacob is very wise and centered on God."
"But, Michael," the little girl asks, "Can you tell that much from that one short email?"
Michael shakes his head. "No, Amy. But Jacob is always being watched and his actions are written in the Book of Life, like everyone else. And I can say from all that I know about Jacob that he is a Godly kid."
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-I really should get to be better friends with my youth group- Joey thought, looking at his latest poster hanging on his wall, the one Jacob sent. –He seemed to know exactly what to say.-
A tear rolled down his cheek. He only wished that what Jacob had to say didn't have to be said. But it was in God's hands.
Suddenly, Joey felt compelled to pray.
"God, Thank you soooo much for Joey. I pray that he would be open to become better friends with me. And I pray that Amy is happy. I...I miss my...my sister."
And what had been one tear was now a flood, silently rolling down one boy's face.
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In another boy' room, not too far away, another boy was sitting on his bed, looking up at his ceiling with a tear running down his cheek every so often.
Finally, he looked down, having finished his prayer, and heard the sound of the front door opening, and voices – a guy's and a girl's. He sighed and walked to the edge of the stairs, where he could hear clearly and watch his sister and her boyfriend.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A/N Sorry this one's short, its my first actual story and I'm trying to figure out how much I'm actually s'posed to write to make it as long as it seems on here... anyhow, I need reviews before I put any more to this up. Flames, are welcome, so long as it's not that you completely hate it. If that's the case, why'd you read it? But constructive criticism is definitely appreciated.
The Archangel turns to the small child, a new arrival.
"Amy, those are spirits. Your family is sad because you are gone, and you can see that in the movement of their spirits."
Amy looks disappointed up at Michael. "But, I do not want them to be sad, I am having fun here. And it is so pretty. Mommy would like it."
"Yes, she will like it here."
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
Joey sat in his room. Even though he, like many other fifteen year old guys, could sometimes be rebellious, he knew he'd make a good role model. If only Amy were still around. She could always make him laugh.
He looked at the poster he had pinned up just an hour ago. It read, "Who do you turn to when the only one who can dry your tears is the one who made you cry?"
In an abstract way, it fit how Joey felt.
Suddenly a noise came from his computer. –Email, at this point in time?!- Joey thought. Even so, he checked it. It was from his youth group buddy, Jacob. What it said made Joey start up his printer again.
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
"'In my Father's House are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. John 14:2,3' That is very true, is it not, Amy? Joey's friend Jacob is very wise and centered on God."
"But, Michael," the little girl asks, "Can you tell that much from that one short email?"
Michael shakes his head. "No, Amy. But Jacob is always being watched and his actions are written in the Book of Life, like everyone else. And I can say from all that I know about Jacob that he is a Godly kid."
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
-I really should get to be better friends with my youth group- Joey thought, looking at his latest poster hanging on his wall, the one Jacob sent. –He seemed to know exactly what to say.-
A tear rolled down his cheek. He only wished that what Jacob had to say didn't have to be said. But it was in God's hands.
Suddenly, Joey felt compelled to pray.
"God, Thank you soooo much for Joey. I pray that he would be open to become better friends with me. And I pray that Amy is happy. I...I miss my...my sister."
And what had been one tear was now a flood, silently rolling down one boy's face.
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
In another boy' room, not too far away, another boy was sitting on his bed, looking up at his ceiling with a tear running down his cheek every so often.
Finally, he looked down, having finished his prayer, and heard the sound of the front door opening, and voices – a guy's and a girl's. He sighed and walked to the edge of the stairs, where he could hear clearly and watch his sister and her boyfriend.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A/N Sorry this one's short, its my first actual story and I'm trying to figure out how much I'm actually s'posed to write to make it as long as it seems on here... anyhow, I need reviews before I put any more to this up. Flames, are welcome, so long as it's not that you completely hate it. If that's the case, why'd you read it? But constructive criticism is definitely appreciated.