I left my house with my dog close on my heels.
Please, Jesus, help me with this!
I start walking to an old dock with worn wood and a little bench at the end. It sits on Leatherwood Lake.
Jesus, please send lots of people here!
I could fully see the dock. No one was there yet but I was early, anyways. I had gone around to the neighbor kids the last few weeks and told them I was starting Leatherwood Club. They were supposed to meet at the little dock in my backyard on Wednesday at 7pm if they wanted to join. I had just moved here at age 10 and didn’t know anyone.
Jesus, please send the neighbor kids here. I want some new friends and I can maybe even minister to them and lead them to you, Jesus.
I walked down to the dock and sat on the little bench.
And I waited. “You think they’re coming, Trent?” I asked my dog as he lounged on the dock at my feet. He turned his little eyes at me and waged his tail. I leaned over to pet him.
It was 7:08. I started to feel awkward. I was down at the dock by myself. No one had shown up yet.
Jesus, why won’t they come? What am I going to do?
I slid down so I was sitting right next to Trent on the dock and put my feet in the water. I angrily kicked at it.
Why is this happening, Jesus? What is wrong with wanting to start a club?
I waited until 7:15 and I was about to leave and go back up to my room in my parent’s house when I heard running feet and merry voices.
“We aren’t too late!” A girl’s voice said.
“What if she isn’t the same one?” A boys childish voice replied.
I was frozen, I couldn’t turn around. Someone had shown up! I was going to have a huge club with lots of people and we would have so much fun!
Thank you, Jesus!
“Hello?” The girl called in a breathless voice. I finally got the courage to turn around and was instantly disappointed. There were only two of them, just the girl and the boy I’d heard. Not tons of kids.
“Hello,” I replied before hastily adding my prepared line, “Welcome to the first meeting of Leatherwood Club!”
I didn’t feel very excited about the club anymore, but I tried to hide it because the girl’s eyes were lit up and she led the boy down the dock towards me.
“We are your neighbors down the street. I’m Kara and I live in the brown house with fake deer in the front and this-“
“I’m Kurt and,” he sat down on the dock with a plop, “I don’t think my parents love me. Do you love me?”
The girl turned to me as she sat down next to him, making us into a triangle plus Trent, to see what my reaction would be.
“Yes,” I replied with a smile at the cute boy. “Yes I do! Jesus does, too, you know.”
He looked at me, “Who is Jesus?”
The girl rolled her eyes at him before turning to me, “He hasn’t had much education.”
I smiled before I began to explain.
Thank you, Jesus, for bringing me these two kids. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but I want to love them and them to love me!
Leatherwood Club was official now!