"Because I love you!"
He remembered himself saying those words in the garden. He was still a boy when he had a vision and lived below a beautiful garden, wherein God, the Father, watched them from the balcony.
He made a call to the Father and his question for Him came back to him.
"What is it that you're asking for?"
He responded.
"Give me the talent. Show me how. Teach me. I want to show everyone how much more there is in you."
The Father gave him what he had asked for. He was able to convert his vision into a reality. He succeeded.
He remembered what had happened after he talked to the Father.
The writer stopped. He was trying to remember what his story was referring to.
He closed his eyes and felt like someone whispering something into his ear.
"He was talking about your story DONE of the Round One Series".
The writer suddenly opened his eyes. Looking around him, there's no one. He shrugged his shoulders and decided to go on writing. But he could not find his pen!
"Where did I put it?"
Bending his head to look for the pen below his table in case it fell, something fell from somewhere.
The Pen!
Then he realized, he put his pen above his right ear as if it was a pen holder. This has been a habit he can never get rid of anymore.
He reached for the previous story of DONE and found his answers.
"He was looking at the plane and to the star. Closing his eyes and creating a vision. When he opened his eyes, they were like the moon!"
The writer asked himself a puzzling question.
"So where is that boy now?"
He looked at this paper and there the answer was already written.
Due to that vision, he found himself floating in outer space with his astronaut suits.
The writer was surprised.
"Oh! He's grown up!"
He went reading what actually he had already written with his pen before he closed his eyes and fell asleep, until he felt like someone was whispering in his ear.
"That was the pen!"
He said to himself, laughed and kissed his pen. Then continue his writing.
Since his childhood, he had that vision to reach a star after watching the first landing of humans on the moon.
Only the Father knew all the truth how he made his vision into reality. Deep in his heart, he kept that strong faith in what he's been working for and strong belief that his mission in life would work out. It did!
"I may not have been praying to you always, my Father, but you know how much I love you."
Then a promise came back to his mind.
"Yes, Father! I promise. I will never forget you!"
Inside his suit's helmet, he cried. He knew he should not. It would cause more air requirements for him to breath and it would run out the oxygen available in his tank provided for the exploration.
He wasn't the main astronaut of the mission. He could not even remember what mission it was. All he remembered, he was in a spaceship. Once in outer space, something had happened. Then he found himself floating alone in the black outer space. He felt happy in some part of him, being there exactly where he had always dreamed of in his vision.
"To be among the stars!"
His tears of anguish turned themselves into tears of joy.
"My Father, you are always amazing!"
Then the Father's words came back into his mind.
"Well then, my son. Just ask and it shall be given. Seek, and you shall find. Knock, and the door will be opened. Whatever you'll ask me, I'll give it to you."
The memory made him cry again.
"And you did! And you did!"
With the use of the buttons to press in his suit to make him turn wherever he wanted, he was trying to look for something.
Despite the amazing beauty of the universe that he had been observing since he came back to consciousness, being alone there in space overwhelmed and frightened him helplessly. He called out several times already.
"Where are you? Where are you Father?"
Nothing.
"Forgive me. Forgive me Father, please."
The Father's word was back again unto his mind.
"Just remember this: I love you so much. Repent. My arms will be there waiting to forgive you."
He found relief in those words. He breathed slower and opened his eyes looking upward.
"Wherever you are, I believe. Yes, I believe in you."
Then he fainted. His tank ran out.
The writer wanted to write more, but the pen would not cooperate.
"Oh no! No more ink again?"
So he threw that pen into his Used Pen garbage tin.
The writer's mind was asking a question.
"Will the Father forgive him? Asking forgiveness at the last moment or maybe because of fear?"
He yawned. He was really sleepy already. He fell asleep before and again.
A dream came in.
In front of him was seated a big pen talking to him.
"Sincerity is the key to make something you ask to be effective. If it is asked with all your heart, mind and soul, there's no reason why you will not get what you want. You just need to believe."
In his dream, the writer smiled at the pen.
"I can't believe you're a talking pen."
Both of them laughed at his remark.
"But I believe what you just said."
The writer said to the pen, and added.
"Just like the moment Jesus has given his forgiveness and promise to take with Him one of those crucified with Him in the Mount of Calvary."
The Pen concluded the dream.
"All you need is to believe. Believe that Jesus is your Savior."
The writer agreed through his snores. He snored loud enough to make the papers on his table fly. This time his face lied on top of his written papers again.
The Pen left his dream and his table.
"Sleep well for what's coming."
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