🌿 Mystical Garden Tale 🌿 🌱 Before You Enter the Garden 🌱 There are moments when God presses something on our hearts—not to frighten us, but to call us into purpose. If you have ever wondered why a message keeps returning, this tale will help you listen with new ears. ✨ The Garden of the Repeated Dream ✨ For three weeks straight, June woke from the same dream “Jesus is coming.” It wasn't shouted, nor was it thundered, but it was whispered, gentle, undeniable. Every dawn she rose determined to be ready. She read her Bible. She repented quickly. She lived with care and caution. But as the dream continued night after night, frustration crept into her prayers. “Lord, I’m ready. Why do You keep telling me this?” One afternoon, bone tired from worry and concern, she wandered down a path she didn’t remember ever walking before. It led her into a quiet glade filled with golden light. A single tree grew in the center, its bark shimmering like warm sunlight on water. It was alive in ways a tree shouldn’t be—breathing, listening, waiting. “June,” it said, it's voice like wind through harp strings. “You have come here because God has been calling you. He has a message for you.” She nodded. “Yes. He has told me Jesus is coming and I’ve done everything I can to be ready.” The branches swayed thoughtfully. “Have you told your family about the dream? Urged them to prepare?” June lowered her eyes. “No.” “Your friends?” She swallowed. “No one. It feels foolish. Everyone’s heard it all their lives. ‘Jesus is coming’—it’s on signs, in sermons, on street corners. They roll their eyes now. They don’t believe it anymore. People have waited so long that waiting has become a joke. I don't want to be laughed at.” The tree’s leaves dimmed, like clouds drifting over the sun. “June… if you leave this garden and find that He has come while you were in here, how will you feel knowing you spoke to no one? That some who love you were unprepared because you were afraid they would laugh at you or you assumed they already knew?” Her heart twisted. She pictured her sister. Her best friend. Her neighbors. Living their lives thinking someday, not today. She pictured returning home to an empty town, doors open, plates still on tables… and knowing she’d said nothing. “But they should have been ready,” she whispered weakly. “Everyone knows the message. It’s been preached forever.” The tree leaned toward her, bark glowing with a quiet, sorrowful wisdom. “Yes. The message is old. That does not make it less true. A warning repeated is not a warning wasted. Truth does not lose its power because it has been spoken too often.” A petal drifted down, landing in her palm. “People do not stop believing because the message is wrong,” the tree continued. “They stop believing because the waiting made them weary. Because time numbed the urgency. Because a distant promise feels safer than an approaching one.” June's eyes filled with tears. “So what am I supposed to do?” “Tell them,” the tree said softly. “Not with fear. Not with fire. But with love. Tell them because you don’t want them left behind. Tell them because the dream is not only for you. If they laugh, pray for them and let them know you still love them. A seed planted in laughter may grow in silence later.” The petal in her hand grew warm. “The dream remains,” the tree whispered, “because the message has not yet been carried.” June understood. The dream wasn’t a warning for her readiness. It was a calling for her courage. She rose with new strength. When she stepped out of the garden, the air felt sharper, clearer, more urgent, and her heart felt ready, not just for His coming, but for her purpose until He comes. 🌿 After You Leave the Garden When a message won’t let you go, it’s often because God intends for you to share it. Not with fear. Not with pressure. But with love, compassion, and gentle urgency. Some truths never grow old. Some warnings are mercy. Some dreams are calls to action. #MysticalGardens #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz #christianwriter