The room fell quiet. Suddenly, there was more lightening and another crash of thunder. This crash was the loudest of them yet. Both, the little girl and the boy jumped. Rex came flying into the room to join the little girl, the
boy and Monroe on the bed. Everyone made themselves comfortable as the room fell quiet again. A short time
lapsed then the little girl spoke.
“I did something bad.”
Silence.
“Jojo, I did something bad.”
The boy reluctantly replied, “What did you do?”
“Well, tomorrow is Mackenzie’s birthday. But yesterday she was being mean to me while I was at her house so I
prayed for it to rain. I prayed that her party would be ruined.”
“Sam. Baby, that’s not how prayer works.” The boy said, now halfway back to sleep. “It was going to rain whether
you prayed it or not.”
“Jojo, I think God is mad at me. Why else would he create a storm? He knows that I’m afraid of thunder and
lightening. I didn’t want a storm, only a little rain.”
The boy opened his eyes and looked down towards his sister. The room seemed even darker than before. It was
now pitch black but he could still see her big brown eyes. They had glossed over. She was about to cry. He smiled
then pulled her closer than she already was.
“Samiya, in life, there is always gonna be a storm. There will always be thunder and lightening. You are always
gonna be scared. Darkness will always be scary. But God gives you strength. He helps you. And he is never going
to be mad at you. No matter what you do. Even if you do something as silly as praying for the demise of Mackenzie’s birthday party.”
The little girl’s face wrinkled, “What’s demise?”
“A bigger word for ‘ruin’.”
“Now I feel bad. And still scared. Can we pray?”
Without a response the boy and the little girl climbed from the bed and kneeled at its side.
“God...” The little girl began.
The End.
Loose reference Isaiah 41:10 (NIV)
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