Conversation with a Friend and a Sister

There was a knock on the door. I said that I would get the door.  It was some of the members from the church. I invited them in. It was Vickie Searles, Katrina Hodges, Donald Hodges, Sis. Yvette Hodge, Sis. Ramona Searles, and my best friend, Michael Hodges.  Vickie, Terri, and Katrina went to watch television.  Sis. Hodge, Sis. Searles and Mom went in the living room to go talk.  Michael and I headed upstairs to my room.

Michael was always cool. He always said the right thing.  Tonight was no different.  "Say man! I know how you feel," Michael said as he sat on the bed.  "Yea, I know you should.  When your dad died, did you feel like screaming or something?" I returned.  "You know how you think that your Dad will live forever. When they died, you think they have betrayed you or something," Michael said.

He knew exactly how I felt.  When his Dad died three years ago, he was a wreck for about a month. He got so mad that he broke a window in his house. His mother was about ready to kick him out. He was very close to his father.

Michael told me how he overcame his anger and frustrations.  He said he talked to his mother then he talked to God. He said he just told God how he really felt. I don't think I could ever pray again. Sis. Searles hollered for everyone to come into the living room.

Sis. Searles said that we all were going to pray.  She told me to lead the prayer. Not more than 30 seconds ago, I had just said that I didn't want to pray again and now she wants me to pray.  I thought I wouldn't have to pray when Donald said he wanted to pray.  Donald was only twelve, but he loved to pray.  He had a gift to pray.  He could pray better than some of the deacons and preachers at the church. Sis. Hodges told Donald to be quiet. I said it was okay if Donald prayed. I knew Donald would call down fire from Heaven. He did.  The boy prayed so good, that I even said Yes, Lord.  It must have been God because Donald prayed for me.  I cried when Donald prayed for me. Donald even prayed that his dad and my dad could be together in Heaven.  Everyone left after Donald finished praying.

I was sitting in my room.  There was a knock on the door.  It was Terri.  She was being nosey as usual. She asked was I okay.  I told her yes. Then I asked her, "Were you mad when you heard about Dad?" "Yea, I was but I worked out all of my problems I called Donald and asked him to pray for me.  That little boy can pray. He said all of the right words.  It really helped a lot. Then, I talked to Eld. Hayes. He loves to talk.  Talking to him helped too," Terri responded. She left the room without even hugging me for the first time since Dad had died.

I went into the living room where my mother was straightening up.  I looked at her and said, "Mom, this is a Thanksgiving I will never forget." Mom hugged me. I went upstairs and slept more soundly than I had in days.

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