Her Little House Of Jesus

This story is about a little girls faith in Jesus. It is completely fiction, outside of her little house, but the events that happened inside the little house, actually happened at one period of time in Israel. If you would, please allow my imagination to take you on a wonderful tour about the events of our Lord Jesus Christ.

There was once this little girl who went to church with her parents, and unlike some little children, this little girl just passionately fell in love with her Lord. Jesus, was her every breath. She lived every single day in great faith and deep love for her Jesus.

One Sunday, she was home in her bedroom. She had just hung a picture on the wall of Jesus, and layed back on her bed to admire it. She mumbled to herself. " Jesus, now you are not only in my heart, but you are in my room. " With tears of joy, ever so softly and silently forming, then turning loose ever so gently from the corners of her eyes, she also said, " I love you Lord, and I am yours, and you are mine ". Then the little girls gaze moved from the picture, to her dollhouse on her little play table. She got up and walked over to it and lifted the roof off and poured every single thing out of it. Then the little girl went to work.

Several weeks passed when the little girl ran into the den to confront her mom and dad. Full of excitement, she said, " Jesus is in my room!!" She said, " come look ". So she led her parents to her room, full of joy and excitrment. Upon entering the room, the mom and dad asked, " where is He? " The little girl pointed to the doll house and said " there ". So her mom and dad walked over and looked around and finally bent down to look into a window of the dollhouse.. With just a glimpse, they started to straighten up, but stopped in thier tracks and stared back into the window. Then they both said, " I do not believe this!".

Are you ready for what they saw? Looking in the window, on the back wall was a sign that read " Bethlehem Room." The room was fashioned as a stable. All the figures were very small but to scale with one another. The figures were moving! There was a camel and a donkey. Raising the little window, i heard the little camel snort. What I heard next floored me. Far off in a corner of the stable, I heard a baby cry. A newborn baby. I seen proud parents, Mary and Joseph, cradle the baby with love and care. I could not believe my eyes. Then the little girl asked, " Want to see more? " Her parents turned and looked at her with a stunned look of amazement. " Theres more???? ".

So around to the back side of the dollhouse they were led to another window. Looking in was a sign on that wall that said," Carpentry shop". Inside was a boy helping his dad build things of wood. The dad was heard saying, " Jesus, bring me some nails " The mom and dad looked at each other in amazement. Then into the room walked a Roman guard and spoke to the boy as he asked. " Boy, I need a table built to accommodate my superiors as a counsel table. Do you think you could build it? " The mom and dad said, " apparently, this guard dont know who he is talking to. He is God and can build anything!!! " Thats when the little girl said, " want to see the next room? "

To the next window they went. Inside was a sign on the back wall that read, " Last Supper " and in the room was a long table with many chairs. Seated on one side of the table were several men. In the middle sat Jesus and all men from both sides of Him focused upon Him. Jesus reached over and picked up a loaf of bread and I quickly opened the little window so I could hear His voice say, " Take this bread, for it is my flesh " Jesus said that one of them would betray Him and they could not believe it. The little girl said, " theres more, but it gets sad".

To the next window we went and peered in. On the back wall was a sign saying " Love Hurts" There was this hill with three crosses. In the middle, was the man who broke the bread at the table, and the boy who had helped his father in the carpentry shop, and He was the newborn who cried in the stable because nobody had room. You know its the same thing today. Theres still no room for Him with some people. At the bottom , on the ground, was this mother crying, for her son hung there in agony. He bled from the thorns in His crown. He bled from the piercing in His side. He bled for me. He bled for you. At the top of His cross was a sign that read. " King of the Jews " Well they were right about that, but they were just being sarcastic. It looked as though, Jesus was going to say something, so I raised up the little window just in time to hear. " Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do "

The little girl then turns to her weeping parents and asked. " Mom,dad? Can you help me do something?" They asked, "what? " The little girl with crocodile tears streaming down her face said, " I ran out of rooms. I need one more room" The dad asked, " what would this room be called/ " The little girls eyes got big and bright as she proclaimed with proudness. " The Ressurretion Room!!!!" The dad and mom told her, " we will all build the room!!!

So time went on and the room got added on. You see, this little girl kept her Jesus alive in her heart and niether would ever die. Is Jesus alive in your heart? Or is there no room for Him. You can know this as fact though. He has room for you.

This story is dedicated to baby Breanna who is in the Royal Childrens Hospital in Victoria, Austrailia who could use some prayer from you all. We love yo baby Breanna.

May God richly bless all who have read this and may God be with you.