My name is Jake. I am sixteen. My job is to keep my fourteen year old sister out of trouble. Leading her in the right direction has become a mission for me.
Jade is beautiful. She just doesn’t know it. She is a good kid but boy crazy. This is why I have to keep a close eye on her. She used to follow me around, that was easy. She doesn’t follow me around anymore. I have to follow her. It can be pretty exhausting.
I was saved last year. I’m glad I found Jesus before I needed Him as much I did this last week.
My Mom got tired of being a Mom. She split six years ago. Dad works hard but I work harder. Jade just floats along in her dream world, until last week.
I pulled up to Katie’s last week to pick up Jade. Katie saw me coming and tried to hide. I knew something was up, big time.
“Hey Kate, wait up!” She ran, pretending not to hear me.
“KATE! STOP!” She stopped and looked up at me with an obvious guilty conscience.
“Where is Jade?”
“Jake, don’t ask me. Please. I promised not to tell”.
“Katie, you have got till the count of 3, 1, 2, …..”
“Okay, Okay. I will tell you. She left with Todd. I think they were going to his house.”
“Thanks Katie. You did her a favor.” I patted her on the head like I always do.
I had to get to Todd’s house fast. He lives fifteen miles from Katie’s and traffic was terrible. It was 3:00pm; I remember looking at the clock as I also remembered to pray. I had read in my Bible where. Jesus said, “Don’t worry about anything, instead—pray about everything.” So I prayed. “God, help Jade.”
As I turned onto the street where Todd lives a fire truck passed me, sirens blaring. When I got closer there were lights flashing everywhere. Todd’s house was blazing from the roof.
As I rushed to the ambulance I realized that it was Jade on the gurney. She was lying there, lifeless. So still. The EMTs were taking her to the hospital. I followed the ambulance to the hospital.
I called Dad on the way. The rest of the time I prayed.
When we got into the ER Jade was crying. I ran into the room and she hugged me. She said, “I am so sorry, Jake”. I comforted her and Jesus comforted me.
Dad came in and he was upset to say the least. Of course he was blaming me like always. Dad is pretty high strung. He usually finds his comfort in a glass of Jack Daniels.
At that instance I heard Jesus say, “I heard your prayer in the car, I helped Jade, the fire saved Jade.”
Remorseful and with tears in her eyes she said, “Jake, I am really sorry. You were right about Todd. I really didn’t feel right being there with him but I couldn’t find my cell phone. I really got afraid. He just kept on coming at me. He had lit some candles and I knocked one over trying to get away from him. The candle lit the curtains on fire then the whole house was filled with smoke. I lost my way to the door and Todd ran out, he just left me in there. You were right, Jake.”
“I crawled on the floor trying to find the door. Then the fireman found me. I prayed. Jesus helped me. I could feel His arms around me. I followed His voice. Jake, I think Jesus used the fire to save me from Todd.” Jade said with tears flowing.
I wish I could tell you I do not have the overwhelming need and desire to find Todd and whip up on him. But, I know I am going to have to use my strength for God. Instead I prayed for Todd and for strength.
For a while after I became a Christian I really wasn’t sure that Jesus heard me when I prayed. I had prayed about some test, I still failed chemistry. I had prayed about Dad and his drinking, he still drinks. I was beginning to wonder if Jesus really heard my prayers. Now, I know for sure that He hears my prayers. He really does.
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