Running from Storms

One of my favorite moments at camp this past summer was at supper one Wednesday night. A really bad storm came up and this little girl was so scared. I immediately felt my heart break for this girl because I, too, was scared of storms when I was a little girl. I tried everything I could think of to calm her down but all she wanted was to go back to her cabin. So I took her hand and ran back to her cabin and as I turned to look at her face, I saw a smile. I knew God had allowed my heart to break for this girl so that I could comfort her.

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