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 Karianna's Korner   Weekly Word Trivia for Kids of All Ages
by Karianna Aufderhar If you missed Part 1 or Part 2, scroll to the bottom of this page and click on the link... MIDNIGHT MOUNTAIN: Watery Prayers - Final Episode
By Karianna Aufderhar
Sam:
After Nurse Nia had given Mariah CPR, the ashen, cold, girl was rushed to the camp’s infirmary. Our flustered cabin stumbled down a path to our beloved “Midnight Mountain”. Blank, awed, stares met my own. Tears raced down my pale, pink cheeks.
What if she doesn’t make it? What if our cabin loses one of it’s own? What if I lose my best friend? That brought a fresh surge of tears. “Oh God”, I pleaded silently, “Please save her!”
I wondered if He could even hear my prayers. They sounded pathetic and small, even to me.
Once in our beds, we were silent, each praying in her own way. Across the room, Avery wheezed and hugged her knees. Below my upper bunk, Sasha cried and blew her nose. The other girls, Ashley, Nikki and Falada, simply and quietly prayed that God would save our friend.
Our counselor, Stephanie, left us alone to see how Mariah was doing. Stephanie was gone a long time, but when she returned, she didn’t say anything. We continued to pray all through the night. Breakfast passed unnoticed by any of us. Then lunch and dinner came and went. Mariah had made friends with everyone. She was a sweet, kind and understanding; like a miniature mother; the kind of girl most of us wished we were like.
At seven-thirty, Robby came over and with what appeared to be tears in his eyes; he apologized. I barely heard him. I felt a slight flame of rage building but decided to deal with it later. Seeing no reaction from the girls of the cabin, he sat and I suspected he was praying also.
Around midnight, my stomach growled. I remembered hearing that our bodies are God’s temples. I stretched my stiff legs and quietly tiptoed over to the door. Maybe I could grab a snack from the kitchen.
I opened the door, but the sight before me made me freeze. More tears appeared in my red, puffy eyes. Not tears of sadness, but tears of joy! Nia was stumbling towards me with Mariah clutching her arm. I ran to her with arms out and embraced her in a hug any bear would have been proud of.
I learned a powerful lesson that day; God does hear and answer prayer, even those of a half hysterical, ten year old.
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