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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Write an INSPIRATIONAL or DEVOTIONAL piece (04/26/07)

TITLE: PrayerDiva
By Sara Harricharan


Hot tears trickled down Terry’s cheeks, splashing onto the keyboard as she double-clicked on internet explorer. She didn’t bother to wipe them away as she hurriedly typed the address for PrayerDivas.

The site pulled up and she logged on. The forum was empty and the new prayer list hadn’t been posted yet.
She clicked on instant chat. She needed to talk to someone. Maybe Mira would be on.


Cheri typed the address for PrayerDivas and hit enter. She blew her fingernails, examining them before the next coat of polish. Her mother had suggested she take some down time and give herself a manicure. She’d suggested a hot pink to cheer her up.

Now the pink seemed to reflect red. The color of her heart as the doctor’s words echoed in her head. Her father and brother in ICU.

The forum was empty, so she clicked on instant chat. Someone should be on, hopefully Mira. It was time to talk.


Shannon massaged the gel into her scarred arms. She wasn’t really sorry. How could she be? It was a pity she’d been caught, but what did it matter after all?

She waited as her mother’s footsteps came up the hallway. They paused in front of her room door and then continued. Shannon breathed a faint sigh of relief and turned the computer monitor on.

The PrayerDivas said they’d be happy to support her. That there was a God.

A pack of disposable razor blades gleamed from her pillow case where she’d left them.

The forum loaded and she signed on. There were two people there. Neither of them girls that she knew. “Does it matter?” She muttered, clicking on instant chat. Maybe it would help to talk to someone. Someone like Mira.


Mira stared at the spot on the dining room wall. It looked like a beetle. A gray beetle. With spots of black and pink.

“Mira? Mira!” Her mother’s voice cut through the beetle fantasy as she jolted back to present with a start.

“Mom?” Mira blinked. “What?”

“Are you all right?”

Mira shrugged. “I dunno. I just feel like I should be praying…for someone.”

“Who?” Her mother cleared the plate from in front of her.

“I don’t know. I just feel…weird.” Mira stared at the empty space in front of her.

Her mother smiled. “Why don’t you go check on your PrayerDivas and I’ll take care of these little beasties?”

Mira smiled faintly. “Thanks.” She slipped out of her chair and headed for the family room.

It took her a moment to boot up the computer and log on to her forum.

It was a pleasant surprise to find three members logged on and in the instant chat room. She clicked the button to join, reading the back chat instead of jumping right into the conversation.

The pressure she’d felt over dinner resurfaced as she read the words on the screen. “Mom?”

Her mother appeared in the doorway, a dishtowel in hand. “Everything okay?”

“I gotta pray.” Mira pushed away from the desk. “Now.”

“What happened?”

Mira twisted her hands. “Terry’s boyfriend dumped her-after he tried to rape her. Cheri’s dad and brother are still in intensive care from that car accident. And Shannon…she says she’s going to start cutting again.” Tears welled up in Mira’s eyes. “I thought I could help people by praying for them, I don’t think I’m even making a difference.”

“Oh Mira!” Her mother’s comforting arms wrapped around her and prayer whispered in her ear. “Dear Father, please hold my daughter tonight. She’s feeling the despair of the enemy and the hopelessness that doesn’t come from you. Wrap her in your arms of love and continue to write your purpose on her heart. Be with Terry tonight, heal a bruised heart and spirit, tell her that you love her, that she is still your princess, your diva. Wrap your arms around Cheri, in this dark hour where the earthly father she has known and a dear brother, lie in your hands alone. Remind her that you can do miracles. And Shannon. Father, speak to her heart. Hear her cries for help, see the scars she carries, send the music of your heart to fill her soul. We pray these things, in Jesus name. Amen.”

A single tear trickled down Mira’s cheek. And Heavenly Father, keep my mom forever strong in you.

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Julie Arduini05/03/07
This is exceptional! I was drawn in, I thought you made logging on to a forum a very active experience with your descriptions and the message was powerful. I loved this!
Myrna Noyes05/05/07
Your story shows that even when we think we're not making a difference with our ministry to others, we may actually be doing a lot to encourage and bring hope to them! Thank you for sharing this! :)
Delia Latham 05/05/07
Excellent visualization. The story drew me in right from the start, and the message ... ah, the message! We may never know who reaps the harvest of all the seeds we scatter in the wind. But somewhere, someone does.
Jacquelyn Horne05/08/07
Heartwarming, and so encouraging. Nothing like the power of prayer. And nothing greater in God than a prayer warrior. Good job.
Jan Ackerson 05/08/07
What a cool story! Does a prayer forum like that for teens really exist? If not, maybe you could start one...
Cheri Hardaway 05/08/07
Wow! This was sensational. We never really know what impact we may be having on the lives of other people. It's all in His hands. Thank God for prayerDivas and for godly mothers. Blessings, Cheri
Amy Michelle Wiley 05/08/07
I stumbled over a few things at the beginning, but then you sucked me in and captivated me. Well done. Good example of the times we feel like we're trying and praying so hard, but the results aren't so clear.
Sheri Gordon05/08/07
Wow -- wonderful devotion. What a great illustration for the power of prayer. Very nicely written -- easy to read and captivating from the beginning. Good job.
Mo 05/08/07
I especially liked the first half of this. The hope is palpable(?)
Lynn Mosher05/09/07
Great story!
Loren T. Lowery05/09/07
You've shown how powerful one's call (ministry) can be on their lives and how influencial it can be as well. I especially liked the contemporary setting in which you were able to present this devotional. Thank-you for sharing.
Benjamin Graber05/09/07
Wow... This certainly fits the "inspriational" genre... It is inspiring to be reminded again that God is using me when I follow Him, even when I don't see the fruit...
Joanne Sher 05/09/07
Definitely neat - I love hearing this from all the different perspectives, and the "summary" at the end. Just awesome, Sara.
Seema Bagai 05/09/07
Enjoyed this. It was creative and easy to read.
Patty Wysong05/09/07
Wow! I love how you told the girl's stories and then brought in Mira--it was very, very effective. Hearing their thoughts as they logged on made me want to say to Mira, 'Don't give up!' What a great package for a great truth and lesson. Excellent job!
Mariane Holbrook 05/09/07
"Write your purpose on her heart." What lovely word carpentry. This is a very poignant piece and I hope you are amply rewarded for it when the "awards" are passed out. I liked the word "PrayerDivas" too. It was new to me. I'm glad I read this piece.
Rita Garcia05/09/07
Mastercrafting at its finest! May we all stay strong in Him!