One morning Jenny left on her bicycle to go to the park playground four blocks from home.

"Bye, Mama," Jenny waved as she hurried away."

The girl was eager to be with friends and failed to look both ways as she crossed the intersection.

"Wham! Crash!" A pickup truck hit Jenny on her bicycle, throwing her and the bicycle through the air.

A man walking on the sidewalk nearby ran to a house and telephoned for an ambulance."

Soon an ambulance, fire truck and police car arrived.

Jenny's mother came running with a neighbor lady who had seen the accident and knew that it was Mrs. Spruce's daughter.

"My baby! My baby!" screamed Mama as she saw the girl's auburn hair lying in a pool of blood.

The paramedics worked fast and soon Jenny was taken to the hospital.

Mrs. Spruce called her husband at work and he joined her at the hospital. There was almost no color in his face and all he could do was sob and hug his wife.

"Marge, will our baby girl live?" he finally asked.

"I'm asking God to heal her," his wife answered, trying to comfort her husband and assure herself that Jenny would make it.

After two hours of waiting the couple was allowed to go into the intensive care unit to see their daughter.

There was not the slightest movement from any part of Jenny's body as she lay in a coma.

A large gauze bandage covered one side of her bruised face.

The nurse carefully adjusted the plastic tubes that went into the child's nose and arms.

Mama ran her fingers through the beautiful auburn hair as tears flowed down her face.

Mr. Spruce could not stand to look at his little girl and he went into the corridor of the hospital and banged the wall with his fist.

"Take it easy," said a nurse passing by.

"It's not your kid in there dying," he shouted.

The nurse quickly went her way.

"Why God?" Daddy groaned, adding a few swear words. "Why, my Jenny?"

Mama stayed by her child's bedside to watch for any sign of consciousness.

The special nurse for Jenny provided a reclining chair for the girl's mother to make her comfortable because no one knew when Jenny would come out of the coma or even if she would.

Mrs. Mostly had taken over the care of Jason." Kelli was glad to have him to play with, especially since her best friend was in the hospital. Mother and daughter prayed often for Jenny's recovery.

People at the church were praying. Neighbors and folks who did not know the girl were praying.

Pastor Goodman was much concerned. He went to see Jenny in the hospital and tried his best to comfort her family.

While Jenny's bruised body of flesh lay so still, her spirit body was much awake. This was the real inside Jenny who had thoughts, desires, and the joy of living and loving.

Her spiritual body had slipped out of the flesh body through her head and had risen to the ceiling. Jenny looked down at the girl form in the bed, which her parents watched so closely.

The Spruce girl was being drawn toward a light and she floated through the ceiling of the hospital room, down a long hall and upwards through several floors until she was out of the hospital. The bright light went with her. Higher and higher she went until she reached a cloud of heavy mist. Jenny and the light went through the cloud.

Once on the other side of the mist she stood before beautiful white gates. The pearly gates opened in front of her and Jenny walked right into a magnificent, wonderful land.

"Awesome!" exclaimed the girl. "I never knew any place could be so nice! This place is beautiful!"

As the Spruce girl admired the lovely unusual surroundings, a group of people came quickly to welcome her.

Jenny recognized one of the ladies - Why it was Aunt Adelia and looking lovelier and younger than ever.

"Greetings," said Aunt Adelia. "We never expected you to arrive so soon." "My! You do look pretty." You were always such a pretty child with that wavy, auburn, hair."

"Why are you here, Auntie?" Jenny asked." "You died one day."

"Oh, yes, child, my body died but I never did," replied Aunt Adelia. "I'm more alive than ever here in the homeland."

"Well, then," returned Jenny, "my body must have died, also."

"You're here, aren't you?" the aunt said with a smile.

"Oh, yes!" returned Jenny. "I like this place you call the homeland. "I want Jason, Mama and Daddy to be here with me."

"Don't fret, dear," said the aunt. "They will arrive in due time."There is much to do here." You will be busy and happy until then. You won't even miss them but neither will you forget them. Others are waiting to talk with you."

The auburn-haired girl turned around and there stood great grandpa, Norman Vincent, who had been waiting to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Grandpa!" cried Jenny with glee, "it is you and you look younger now, younger than Daddy!"

"Yes," he agreed, hugging her. "My little blossom, Jenny! I always called you that, didn't I? I am forever young. No one ever gets old or sick in the homeland. No one ever dies in Heaven."

Jenny felt a hand on her shoulder, then a big hug.

"Oh, Cousin Buford!" She was so excited. "You are here!"

"Yes, Pumpkin!" returned the man. "You will find many relatives here. There are your great aunts and great uncles, even great-great-great grandparents as far back as you want to go. All grown-ups here say brothers and sisters - never grandparents - because we are all young again."

"It is fun already!" exclaimed the Spruce girl as she looked near and far with such a clear vision she had not known before."

"King Wonderful Jesus is here!" Buford announced joyfully. "We praise Him always."

Jenny saw Jesus, the King in her dream. He reached out loving arms to hold her. She quickly accepted his embrace and felt a love she had never known. It was a precious loving.

"Oh, wonderful Jesus!" she said elated, "I mean King Jesus, this is the neatest place ever. And you died on the cross so I could come to the homeland. Being with you is so special."

Jesus went on to bless and love other children, leaving Jenny with her relatives."

More relatives and friends came in sight to welcome the Spruce girl. Each one had something good to say to Jenny. How special and important she felt.

Slowly all the friends and kinsfolk drifted away except Aunt Adelia.

"Would you like to see where you are going to live sometime?" asked Adelia. "You have a mansion next to mine."

"What do you mean - sometime?" said the niece."

"It depends on whether the King wants you to stay with us or not," replied Adelia. "When He has a special work for a person to do, He sends them back to earth for a while."

"Now dear, let's go," the aunt invited. "There is much to do and see here."

Jenny and Adelia were walking on a broad beautiful street that glistened in the pure light of the homeland. The street appeared to be completely made of golden glass crystal. Much of the city was pure gold including the buildings.

There was a commotion above them. Jenny looked up and saw men angels flying above her and they began to soar with their silver-white wings. Almost instantly they were out of sight."

"Adelia, I can hardly believe it," remarked Jenny. "There is beauty everywhere."

"Honey," added the aunt, "the beauty goes on forever and ever. This is only the beginning. There is not one ugly thing in Heaven, our homeland."

Indeed Adelia spoke the truth. The surroundings had no earthly attractions. There were vivid-colored flowers bordering the wide golden streets. Beyond the flowers were large lawns of velvety green grass.

"Listen!" said Adelia."

"Where is the nice humming coming from?" said the girl.

"It is the blossoms humming praises to Jesus, the King and to our Father God."

"Oh, great!" exclaimed Jenny who had never heard of such.

"May I walk on the grass?" asked the niece.

"Yes, honey." said the aunt. "You may do just that." Adelia and Jenny walked on a lawn where a 14th century saint, Martha, was living.

Martha came out to greet her guests. "Greetings in God's name," she said smiling. "Come in."

"Thanks," returned Adelia. "But Jenny has just joined us here in the homeland and she wanted to walk on the grass."

"Welcome, dear," offered Martha. "You will like everything and everyone here."

"I know! I know!" joined Jenny. "It is such a special place."

Jenny looked down at the green velvet grass that seemed to be growing through her feet - not just her toes.

"My!" The child was surprised again."

She no more than wished for a blue and white flower and it was in her hand before her thought had ended."

It was hard to say what was more lovely - the things about her or the people. There wasn't a frown on anyone's face, only a smile that seemed to say, "I love you."

Jenny lifted her eyes and looked with awe at the magnificent home before her. Rainbow-colored windows set in emerald frames glistened in the heavenly light. The walls were of gold and turquoise. Doors of crystal were etched in each corner with roses, having a pearl in the center of each. The roof was of gold and sardonyx.

At this observation Jenny remembered Pastor Goodman reading from the Bible: "In my father's house are many mansions." Now she knew how true that was. There were many lovely homes, each one different, but all beautiful."

"Martha," Jenny asked the saint, "Where is the chimney or do you have electric heat?"

"Darling," replied Martha, "we have need of neither. It is never cold. It is never hot. The temperature is always just right."

The girl heard the laughter of children coming near. She looked above Martha's mansion where the sound was coming from.

Anything that is good can happen in Heaven. A few feet above the home were twenty or more boys and girls flying in a spiral-like fashion. Never had the Spruce girl seen children so happy.

"Adelia, where are they going?" asked Jenny."

"It could be anywhere in the homeland," replied Adelia."There are many places to play. Probably they are going to the Great Meadow where multitudes of youngsters play. The King is often present there blessing them."

"Why were the boys and girls flying around?" asked Jenny."

"Oh, that," explained Martha. "They were playing `Follow the leader. Do you know that game?"

"Yes! Yes?" Jenny said. "Will I play with children?"

"Sure, as soon as you are acquainted," answered Adelia. "No need for worry in the homeland; We do things as we get to them."

"Never a need to hurry," returned Jenny. "That seems strange."

"Would you like to fly to my mansion or just be there?" asked Adelia. "We can do either."

"I'd like to fly just as the children were doing," declared Jenny.

"Fine," her aunt said. "Just put your arms upward and forward like this."

Jenny did as Adelia instructed."

"Now think of flying," added the aunt."

The lady and child soared high above the trees, the mansions and the gold streets, waving to Martha as they went.

How beautiful everything looked down below in the city of gold and precious stones. Some mansions had large towers somewhat like earth castles. Others looked like church steeples reaching high and higher in the great blue celestial sky. The tops of buildings sparkled like diamonds in the heavenly light.

Jenny noticed that there were flowers and shrubs growing in roof gardens with green terraces.

Saints were in some of the gardens and the child saw how they were laughing and having much pleasure. A lady waved as she looked up. Jenny waved back.

Adelia was very happy being with her niece. The two were having much fun. Nothing on earth could equal the freedom the two felt, flying in the homeland.

Delightful music wafted to their ears as they flew along.

"Where is the music coming from?" asked the girl.

"Down there, dear," said Adelia pointing to the right. "The music is coming from one of the King's Praise Palaces."

The child looked below and saw a great auditorium as beautiful as the buildings they had passed. The great sparkling roof covered an immense structure with walls of gold and honey-colored topaz. The windows were of crystal and the doors of emerald and pearls.

"Awesome!" Jenny called out. "The more I see of the homeland the better it gets."

"The Praise Palaces are always filled with saints," said Adelia. "We are always praising our King Jesus because he died on the cross so that we could come here and forever live in Heaven.

"Oh, yes," returned Jenny, remembering how good she felt when Jesus came into her heart. "I am so glad for having Jesus but I never knew that He had made such a lovely city for us who believe. I am glad! I am glad! Wow!"

"Would you like to enter the palace?" invited Adelia."

"Sure!" exclaimed Jenny. "This will be good. Everything here is so special - even me. I feel special."

Jenny and Adelia flew through an open window on the second balcony of the great building.

"Here, let us sit awhile," the aunt said. The two rested on the rafters and looked down on the center stage where a group of ladies and young girls in long flowing white dresses were playing tambourines and singing. Around their waists were bright colored sashes.

"Holiness unto the Lord, the lamb of God," they sang. It was such an excellent song of worship. There was so much joy and adoration for the King that it overflowed into a heavenly dance unto the Lord. The ladies removed their bright-colored sashes and used them as streamers. They swung them about as their long full dresses twirled and swirled, on the platform, above bare feet that never stumbled, not even once.

When the performing saints left the stage, a man in white slacks with a white robe tied at the waist by a golden cord came forward to lead the great congregation in singing an old hymn, Amazing Grace. Adelia and Jenny joined in the singing.

When the song ended, thousands of saints began praising God. "Alleluia!" they shouted, and "Jesus is King!"

Some saints clapped their hands and others bowed in adoration to God. Each person worshiped in his own way."

A group of people in white and gold garments marched around the center stage, waving their hands and crying, "Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy is our God!"

"It is such a holy place," whispered Jenny to Adelia.

The aunt smiled and said, "Dear, let's be on our way."

There is much to see and do."

The two relatives left through the window where they had entered the building. Then they made a sweeping downward flight to the golden street below.

Suddenly Jenny felt a tug at her heart and heard her mother call, "Jenny, please come back! Come home!"

Back in Fernville where she had been born, hundreds were praying for her recovery.

Oh, how Jenny wanted to stay in the homeland, but with this thought came another thought - she must get home to tell others about King Jesus. There must be many people on earth who had not heard of Jesus.

At that very moment in the Fernville General Hospital she awakened to find her mother and father at her bedside. Everyone on that hospital floor became excited and happy that Jenny opened her eyes wide and was really awake. She recognized her parents.

"It is a real miracle!" Mama cried for joy."

"Oh, Mama! Oh, Daddy!" the child exclaimed. "I went to the most beautiful place and I saw my King Jesus. He is so wonderful!"

Mr. Spruce was puzzled at his daughter's words but Mama understood.

"So long as you're back," said Daddy. "I feel so good. I'm about to burst. I must call and share the good news with the guys at work."

Jenny's doctor came into the room and looked at her. He was amazed that she came out of the coma. The nurses that attended Jenny were so elated to see her alert and happy.

The doctor removed the bandage and the tubes.

"There's not even a bruise," he said. "She seems perfectly fine. But we will do a few tests to be sure. Perhaps she can go home in the morning."

The next day Jenny Spruce left the hospital to be with her parents and Jason at home. Jason was so glad to have his sister home again. The girl was delighted to be with her family, but never would she forget that special experience in the homeland.