Eighth Grade Wars

Pray It Actually Works

After school we had basketball practice. Our coach told us we were not going to have our annual basketball tournament. I thought "Well great it's my eighth grade year and I wont get to go to any of my tournaments." The only good thing that happened at basketball was that we got to choose what drills to do. I guess she was trying make it up to us that it was our last practice. After practice I went to Bethany's. I guess playing basketball gives Natalie a chance to "beat us up". (Not exactly but she is really good and gets a little foully when she's mad at you.) Bethany had a really bad swollen knee. We both were bruised pretty bad but what we couldn't wrap our minds around was that some how NO ONE could host the tournament. Her mom and dad were at her sisters game. As we were both crying I was sitting in a recliner when her mom said to check her email for her. The tournament was back on!!!!!!!!! We were so happy. The weird thing was it was like sadness had over taken my heart because I was still upset. Trust me I LOVE basketball but I was still upset. I couldn't figure it. I went up stairs. I went into "my room". ( yes I have a room at my best friends house) I sat on the bed and just cried. I began to pray. I prayed for me, Natalie, and for help. I needed to get out of this empty feeling. I grew up knowing God. Knowing the story of Jesus and how he died for me before I was even born. I knew I wasn't alone. I just felt like my whole life had been upside down and no matter what happened I couldn't be happy. I wanted a knew mind set. I prayed for a new mind set. I could feel God working inside of me. I felt...... happy. I had a new mind set. I had this joy. I went down stairs and cleared things up with Bethany and everything was good.

Hollie Ruff