| abstract | - Staci had no idea how much time had passed since she had passed on from the earth into life everlasting. The old grandmother had shut her eyes for a moment, and when she awoke, existence as she had known it simply ended and she was instantly sent to the heavens where she had always truly belonged. From the moment she approached the throne of grace, her experiences had been vastly more interesting than any of the stories he had lied about in her teenage years. The beauty and glory of the heavenly city of light was overwhelming. "How do you like it, my daughter?" Jesus asked with the warmest of smiles as He and she walked down the golden streets. "Like it? Yah no, I love it!" Staci beamed, "It is so much more amazing than I could ever have imagined!" "I am very glad you think so." Christ chuckled, "It brings so much joy to me that you have made it back home." "I am eternally grateful." the Burnett smiled, "You know I wouldn't have been able to quit compulsively lying without Your help and love. You really gave me hope when it was all gone, yah. You gave me strength to move past the lies I had so long believed about myself. I don't know how much I could thank you. I really love you Jesus." The look on His face said it all. One thing Jesus loved so much was the mutual love He had with his beloved, "Staci, let me show you something." And in an instant they were ascending, and then flying above heaven. They soared until they found a large tree where they landed. "Ooo!" Staci cooed in excitement, 'What is this?" "Touch it." Jesus told her, "You will never regret it." "Okay." Staci agreed, she wasn't going to argue with God of all beings. The redeemed woman touched the bark and instantly felt a sensation. Her eyes went wide as stories began to fill her mind. Stories of her actual ancestors and the things they did and the lives they led. "For years, my dear Staci." Jesus began, "You lied about those who lived before you in order to gain popularity and interest in yourself. As I have you touch this tree, I give you the real stories of those who preceded you in life on earth." Staci let go and gasped in happiness. She now had so many wonderful stories she could tell and replay in her own mind. It was odd, but wonderful that she actually knew what her great-great-great-great-great-great aunt had done so long ago. "Thank you." Staci whispered in happiness, "I mean-wow." "Is their any stories in particular you'd like to share?" "Well, yah! But, I don't want to bother you and take up your time..." "Staci, remember this. You are never a bother, and I would love to hear about my daughter's ancestors. Go ahead, tell me all that you would like." "Well, okay." Staci shrugged, and began to speak, though not as fast as she had on earth. Her Heavenly Father merely sat there and listened intently, delighted to see one of his saved in such a happy state. Before long, a crowd of people had gathered to listen out of curiosity, and Staci was so overjoyed with pure, well, joy. Jesus knew she wouldn't talk here forever, but as Staci honored God by sharing the stories He had shared with her to others, Christ only smiled at his precious child.
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