Prayer
I ripped the cover off one of my poetry school book because my desk drawer was over full.

Mrs Timms was the stricted teacher in the world and I was scared.

Thankfully we hardly ever used our poetry notebooks so I had plenty of time to seek help from the one guy who could do ANYTHING! God himself.

So I prayed every night before I went to bed and every morning before I opened my desk and I truely believed that God had the power to help me, to fix my book and one morning I would open my desk and it would be like new.

About a month later Mrs Timms uttered the words I had been dreading "Ok children, take out your poetry books" I prayed one last time before opening my drawer and there before me lay my poetry book, and would you believe it, God in his awesome, infinite power, had done NOTHING!

Mrs Timms saw the book and I sheepishly told her "The cover is ripped off miss" She walked to her desk, was she going to write me a report card? Tell my parents? Cane me? she reached in to her desk, pulled out a roll of tape and said "Fix it then"

And that was it. Months of panicing and prayer to God I truely believed in and she just told me to fix it.

Still I thought for a while after that God had made her nice for one day so she wouldn't get mad but by the time I was 9 I was pretty much an unbeliever.
( Peej, Fri 25 Jul 2008, 12:48, Reply)