This could be read as a continuation of the chapter "Drown". But it also could be read separately. Your choice!

(I also changed the name of a previous chapter to its original name, since I took its name for this chapter. I realized it fit this chapter a lot better.)

As it is Father's Day, may you come to the understanding of how He is your Father.

"Come."

I looked up to see Jesus standing next to me with His hand outstretched to me. His smile was wide, and His eyes twinkled with excitement. I reached out to take His hand, and He pulled me to my feet.

"Where are we going?" I clung to His arm, not wanting to be far from Him. Not too long ago, I probably would have been hesitant to do so. But since He had taken me to the River of Life, all hesitance was gone, and being close to Him felt natural and almost expected.

"You'll see." With His smile widening, Jesus began to guide me away from the River and back into the trees.

We must have taken some secret route that I did not understand, for we seemed to arrive at our destination almost immediately. (Looking back, there's a garden behind the Palace of Elohim, located in the center of the city Zion. He made a portal from the one far away in Paradise, where everyone enters Heaven, to the garden behind the Palace.) A small door made of solid pearl stood before us. The door was embedded in a wall that rose high over us, and even if I tried I could not see the top from where we stood. The door looked so very nondescript despite being made of solid pearl, but I truly began to understand where we were when Jesus opened the door.

A large, wide, long hallway stretched out before us. Glistening marble columns rose to hold the ceiling. Glowing crystal chandeliers, casting rainbows instead of light, hung from the ceiling all along the hall. At the end of the hall, huge doors made of solid gold were as tall as a full grown tree. The doors glistened and glowed more than anything else around them, for even though light came from everywhere, there seemed to be even more light beyond the doors themselves.

Just as we stepped in front of the doors, my curiosity and inference got the better of me, and I asked again in almost a whisper, "Where are we?"

Adjusting so my arm was around His, Jesus looked down at me, His smile so wide it was almost a laugh. "Someone wants to see you."

My eyes widened, but I barely had time to process my thoughts, for He flung the doors open, and with a Voice full of such joy and love that I would have fallen if not for His arm, He shouted, "Father! Your daughter has come Home!"

Here the light was the brightest, brighter than looking straight into the noonday sun, but it did not hurt. (If I had been on Earth, I would have dropped to the floor and could not have risen.) The room was so large I did not see the other side or the ceiling, though I knew immediately it was round, so the center rose high up for everyone to see. See what you ask? The Throne.

Multiple sets of gold steps led up to the Throne, making a large, tall, circular dais. Water streamed down the steps which flowed out of the Throne Room, the source of the River of LIfe and filled the Crystal Sea far away. The rainbow above the Throne that I had heard so much about wasn't just a rainbow. It moved and flowed like an aurora borealis. It was alive. Everything in the Throne Room was alive, even the Throne itself.

But this was all noticed later, for the One on the Throne was all I saw. I could barely see His form because He was Light. But as He moved to look at us, I saw His hair fell a bit past His shoulders, a beard framed His face, and His eyes were blue flames.

With a smile that made me melt, He stretched His hand toward me and spoke in a Voice that whispered and thundered at the same time. "Precious one, I've missed you."

My lip quivered. That was what He always called me on Earth, but to actually hear it now audibly, cracked something inside of me, something older than I remembered. My quivering turned to tears, and I now felt the cracking breaking a wall inside of me, releasing an emotion deeper than I had ever felt.

I took a step forward, and with a slight nudge from Jesus, flung myself into a run, crying, "DADDY!" As I ran, I felt as if I shrunk (or He became bigger) and I was a child again. As He scooped me up and wrapped me in His arms, the wall inside of me fell and I remembered.

"Daddy!"

A little soul the size of a toddler swooped around her Father's head, landing on His shoulder. To Him, she was the size of a fairy. Yet neither of them seemed to mind.

Her Father turned His head and smiled. "Hello, precious one. What have you been up to?"

The little being giggled. "I've been playing with my brothers and sisters. We had a huge water fight, and everyone had so much fun! Then, we went sliding on the rainbow! Oh, and then we tried to see who could find the biggest stone! We are still working on that. You have so many!"

"You have been busy," her Father laughed. When His laughter stopped, He raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Can you do Me a favor?"

The little one perked up, excitedly. "Yes! Do I need to get the others? Are You going to tell us a story?!"

Her Father shook His head. "No, little one. I wanted to ask if you could sing for Me."

The little soul's eyes went wide. "You've never asked before." Then, a big toothy smile appeared. "Of course, Daddy!"

Rising from His shoulder, the little soul began to sing and fly around as if to dance to her own song. When she was finished, she landed on His outstretched hand and hugged His thumb.

He brought her close and kissed her head. "Thank you, precious one." Suddenly, His smile lessened, melancholic. "It's time."

Surprise came over her face. "You mean — it's my turn?" Her eyes widened even more at a realization. "I — I get to be a spirit?" She jumped with excitement.

"Yes, little one," He said, His smile brightening at her enthusiasm. "It's time for you to go to Earth." He began to tell her about the family He had chosen for her, certain people she would meet, and things He wanted her to do to tell those on Earth about Him. Her eyes were wide with amazement as she listened to Him tell her of her future.

"You will not remember this when you are born." He looked intently at her, His smile now gone. "You will not remember Me."

For the first time, the little soul began to understand why people cried. "But… how? How could I forget You? I don't want to! Why?"

"I wanted My children to be able to choose, to truly choose Me. You will show you are My child by choosing My path for you."

"But how will I know when I don't remember You?"

He smiled. "You know that answer, little one. I have sent My Word and My Spirit. Listen and you will hear Me again." He brushed His thumb against her cheek. "I will always be near you, waiting for you to hear Me."

She looked down, but suddenly she raised her face to her Father's, determined. "I will listen. I won't forget. I promise!" Then, she laughed. "And I'll make sure everyone remembers You!"

Her Father smiled. "And most importantly, precious one, no matter what, I will always love you."

I remembered everything. I remembered that for millennia upon millennia I had lived inside of Him. I came from His Heart and Breath. I had always been a part of Him, for He was my true Father. It was why He couldn't bear to leave us to the consequences of our mistakes.

Tears were now freely flowing, and I sobbed in His arms. "See, Papa," I choked out. "I told You I wouldn't forget. I came back to You just like I promised."

"Yes, you did." His Voice was full of joy, and He nudged me so I now looked into His smiling face and His flaming eyes. "I'm so proud of you." He kissed my forehead.

"Welcome Home, My child."

So, I completely just made the connection that this was for Father's Day, as I'm about to post it. No wonder He had been rushing me to write it…

Anyway, here's an explanation of what I just wrote.

As you should know by now, a lot of the inspiration I get for writing these is from true accounts of those who have been to Heaven. And the fact that our souls come from the Breath of God is Biblical. God breathed Adam's soul into him (Genesis 2). God is also called the Breath of Life. Yahweh is an onomatopoeia of breathing. And when you think of that, that means the first word Adam spoke was the Name of God as he breathed his first breath, and so does every baby when he/she comes into this world. So amazing right?!

So, that covers ONE aspect of our being, because like Him, we are triune beings: spirit, soul, and body. We are made in His image (Genesis 1:26-27). I like to think of it like this: God the Father - the soul, God the Son - the body, and God the Holy Spirit - the spirit. The Word (Jesus) created the body of Adam and the Father breathed Adam's soul, and the Holy Spirit created Adam's spirit.

This also happens with babies. "You knit me together in my mother's womb" - Psalm 139. This is when the Holy Spirit attaches the soul to the body of a human and that soul becomes a spirit as well. That is why in my little story she asks "I'm going to be a spirit?" In one of the Heaven accounts I've heard, the person went to the Throne Room and saw the little souls flying around the Father, and asking Him, "Can we be a spirit? Can You send us to the Earth so we can be a spirit?"

Now, we were there with Him before we were born. Like a woman is born with all her eggs (again, we are made in His image), we were in His heart for EVER so long. "In Him, we live and move and have our being." - Acts 17:28 IN HIM, LITERALLY! I'm not sure how long, because my mind can't wrap around the fact that we were there an eternity before, but that's not really important. What's important is that when I found this out, the Lord revealed something to me personally. We were a part of Him BEFORE Lucifer was even created!

This knocks the argument to sympathize with the devil as a misunderstood being for he was there first DOWN FLAT! We are the Lord's children, always have been, and always will be. DON'T LET THE DEVIL STEAL THAT FROM YOU!

All that said, don't forget to tell Him "Happy Father's Day!"