Phew! I’ve been gone since Thursday, which for me lately, is a long time! 🙂 (Do any of you feel like I post too much?)
The last part! Sorry it’s a little short.
I got no inspiration for a story while reading Module 9, but I just finished Module 10 and I’m working on writing one story for both modules, since they kind-of go together. AND–this one’s not written in first-person!
Anyway, enjoy:
I lay in bed that night, thinking about all this. It was so confusing. Everybody seemed to know what they believed except me. Dad had told me I should pray. I could just try it. Why not? Couldn’t hurt, could it? But how exactly did one pray? I had only heard people pray out loud—my parents before meals, and the pastor at church. But that was different.
“God,” I whispered. “If you exist, will You show me—answer me?”
“I tried praying last night,” I said at breakfast the next day, as casually as I could manage. “I’m waiting for my answer.”
“Good for you! Do you expect to be answered?” Dad asked, smiling.
“Yeah, I guess I do.” I smiled, though I had no idea why. “What do I do about it now?” I added, suddenly realizing that I didn’t really need an answer to believe in God anymore.
“Well, when you’re ready to follow Jesus you should pray and tell Him that you’re giving Him control of your life,” Mom said. “Then I think we should tell people.”
“Like… Uncle Zade?” I couldn’t help but think of him first.
“Yes, I think you should tell Zade.”
“Will he be mad, do you think?”
“I don’t know, hon. I don’t think so, but I think he’ll be disappointed.”
“I’m sorry about that. Do you think we should stop e-mailing?”
“Well, he might ask you questions you can’t answer. But if you’re willing to talk those through, I have no problem with it.”
“Could I ask Mr. Pirrip about them?”
“Yes, that’s a great idea. Do you want me to ask him for his e-mail address?”
“Yes, please. I’d love that!”
The End
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Yeah, you nailed it, Skylar. At first I wasn’t sure I wanted to have Carol become a Christian at the end because it sounded to picture-perfect or stereotypical, but there was no other way to have a good ending. Like it or hate it, sometimes stories just come, and there’s nothing you can do about it. #IKnowI’mWeird #AuthorsAreLikeThis