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A conversation with Jesus
Insignificant No More by Janilou
Historia del Mes contest entry
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 Category:  Spiritual Fiction
  Posted: June 13, 2009      Views: 347

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JANILOU 

Janilou is a woman who loves God. Much of her work reflects her faith. Christian music often inspires her work.

She is honored to have been named FanStory's Short Works Author Of The Year, in 2007 and 2008, and thanks all of her wonderful fans for the ranking. Their comments and support are her inspiration!

She writes whenever her dairy goats allow her to escape the milking barn.

If she's not on FanStory, you might find her on Facebook, using her real name, Jan Anderegg.

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Boys Will Be Boys was the first place winner in the contest Historia del Mes.

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Milking goats took forever some days, or so it seemed. The whooshing sound of the milking machines and pump, combined with the i-Pod headphones I wore, drowned out everything but the heaviness in my heart. A goat bleated and I turned to see Jesus standing by the milk-house door.

I wiped a tear from my eye. "Jesus! I didn't hear you arrive."

He smiled and touched my cheek. "I didn't 'arrive.' I'm with you always, remember?"

Inhaling the sweet perfume of His presence, I rested in His embrace for a moment, before switching a milker to another goat. Even with the King of Kings standing there, the goats still needed my attention.

"Oh, Jesus," I said. "There is so much on my mind I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, even though I know it's there. So many people I care about are in distress right now and I don't know how to help them. I can't find the right words to say. All I can do is point them toward You, Lord Jesus. You are the only one who can really comfort and help them."

Jesus nodded. "You feel their pain, Dearheart, don't you?" 

"Yes, I do, but does it help at all? I feel so useless at times. Do the tears I cry for them ease the burden in their hearts at all? I've lifted them up before Your Father, in Your name.  I try to be there for them, but does a voice on the phone, a letter, or a story help?"

"More than you will ever know, child. Think, little one. How many times have I reached out to you through My other children? You must remember, though, as much as you care for them, you can't carry their burdens either."

"Help me lay them at Your feet, Jesus." I felt His hand on my shoulder and peace caressed my soul. I hugged Him once more. "Thank you for being here. You always know when I need you the most."

His smile lit the room with a radiance that warmed my soul. 

"Would you do something for me, daughter?"

"Of course, Jesus!"

"Tell my daughter she is not insignificant in my eyes. She is my beloved child and I love her very much. If she'd been the only soul on earth in need of salvation, I would have gone to the cross to save her alone. 

"Tell my son I love him more than he will ever comprehend, and no matter how alone he feels at times, all he needs to do is call My name."

My heart flooded with the warmth of His message. "So You were with me this morning, while I was on the computer. I will tell them, Lord."

"Dearheart. I have someone to talk to. Back in a moment."

Jesus followed my daughter's favorite goat, Brownie, out of the milking parlor into the barn. He paused to speak to a nesting barn swallow and I wondered what He was saying to her. What could a swallow possibly have to worry about? Her eggs? Her fledglings? 

Just one little barn swallow in a world filled with birds, and yet, the Savior, the King of Kings stopped to speak with her this morning. I wondered if she'd ever felt insignificant?

Not any more.


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