All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
God is Here
Small, cold droplets of water fell on the tips of my fingers as I held my hands out towards the sky. My eyes were shut and my head was bowed. I was praying. I didn't really understand why I was outside, but I knew I wasn't the only one. I could feel and hear people around me, yet I refused to open my eyes. I couldn't. I needed to speak with God. There was so many questions I had to ask. There was so many answers I needed to know.
The rain slowly came to a stop. I could no longer feel the water on my fingertips. It was completely gone. It almost seemed as if there was never rain to begin with. I was completely dry. I didn't understand how, but I didn't question a thing. Mostly because there wasn't anyone I could really ask.
"Open your eyes", a soft voice whispered in my ear. Almost, immediately I opened my eyes. Only to find that there wasn't anyone there, or anyone else.
Now I was confused and a bit frightened. I thought there was more people.
Everything got quiet. It was so quiet, the only thing I could here was my own breathing and heartbeat. That's when I heard his voice.
"I am here my child"
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
Just something I wanted to share with others.