There is a god

By lindsay

i'm not sure if i sent this already, so here goes,

God really exists.  He is the reason for this story.  See, he knew my life at 
camp would be excellent, if I had the right cabin mates.  In the summer of 
2001, all of my cabin mates were agreeable; all but one that is.  She was, and 
still is my friend.  
	Now, we are closer than ever because of God.  But during camp, life in 
the cabin was not fun.  We always got into many arguments, but they were 
usually over silly stuff, like where the clothes go and who sings better.  One 
argument became massive.  When I was out of the cabin, and she just finished 
showering, she borrowed my blow dryer without asking.  Our counselor and a few 
other cabin mates were in the room.  That made me so mad.  I clenched my jaw 
but thought I should wait for myself to cool down.  Later that night, when we 
were getting ready to go to bed, I politely asked her why she didn’t ask me to 
use my blow dryer.
	She said, “I knew you would say yes.”
	It was true, but I was still angry.  I said that it didn’t matter what 
I would or wouldn’t say.  
	I said, “What matters is that you weren’t courteous enough to ask me.”  
By now the resentment was showing in my voice.
	“You weren’t here or I would’ve asked you,” she said.
	 “But why didn’t you ask to use someone else’s?” I demanded.
	“No one else has one!” she exclaimed loud enough for the whole cabin to 
hear.
	“I do!” our counselor respectfully put in, “You could’ve asked me.”
	My cabin mate ignored her and said, “Anyway, it’s not that important.”
	I let her have the last word.  I figured that was what she wanted, plus 
I was tired and wanted to go to bed.  
	About two days later, we got into another big argument.  She had 
clothes hidden in all of the places she could, except in her trunk where they 
should’ve been.  I was fed up and politely asked her to clean up her area.  
	She said, “Why should I?”
	“Well,” I said, “First of all, you can see the clothes that you so 
skillfully tried to hide. And second, you’ll get points taken off of our next 
inspection, and we won’t get our treat.”
	I thought that the last argument would work because inspection was 
important.  If our cabin got another ten, we would get ice cream. She then 
decided that anything that I asked her to do was wrong.  She made it very clear 
to me that she wasn’t going to straighten her space by completely ignoring me.  
I was about to say something very rude, when our counselor asked her to please 
pick up her things.  She had to listen because the counselor is authority.  I 
left her alone, but I was still red with anger.
	This went on for about four out of the five and a half weeks that we 
were at camp.  I say four weeks because the last Sunday of camp totally changed 
us.  The Sunday sermon was about friendship.  It was all a blur of emotions, so 
I don’t remember too much.  But I do remember that in the middle of the sermon, 
we looked into each other’s eyes and started crying.  We both knew God was 
telling us something.  He was saying to put our petty differences behind us, 
and work on our friendship.  We were bawling and kept asking for forgiveness 
for being so picky and stubborn.  I told her how furious I was at her.  She 
laughed and said she was equally infuriated.
	Later that day, I thanked the owner of the camp for giving such a 
meaningful sermon, and told her the whole story.
	She responded, “That wasn’t me talking, it was God talking through me.  
So thank him.”
	I started crying again, but these were tears of joy because I knew then 
that there is a God and he loves me.


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