By Kimberly Luste Maran

(You may recall a few issues back we mentioned that as we approach 2012, which will be the tenth anniversary year of KidsView starting up, we’d print old favorites from previous issues from time to time. This story is one of those favorites, and it came from our September 2004 edition. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we’ve enjoyed rediscovering it!—Editors.)

Do you pray? What do you pray? The Bible tells us that we should pray to God. He tells us that we can ask Him for anything and He will answer (see Matthew 7:7). Sometimes His answer doesn’t totally match with what we asked for, but God is very wise, and He knows the best way to answer our prayers.

When I was 11, I went to a church that was out in the country. There were two farms right next to our church’s property. One Saturday between Sabbath school and the church service my friend Deana and I were outside with my 2-year-old brother, Jonathan. The church service was about to start, and everyone else had gone inside. Deana saw a dog across the field. She called to it.

The dog walked up to us. His mouth was full of white, foamy saliva, and he had a really big cut across his nose. He seemed friendly at first, and Deana started to pet him. I was a little scared, but then petted him too.

All of a sudden the dog went crazy and started shaking his head back and forth while growling and barking. Before I could blink, Deana grabbed my brother and ran across the driveway and up the church steps. I was alone with the dog.

I was afraid that the dog had rabies and would bite me. I imagined turning and running and the dog leaping on my back, dragging me down. I didn’t know what to do, so I prayed.

I asked Jesus to help me so I wouldn’t get attacked. The dog took a step closer to me. The foam was dripping from his mouth, and he growled again, showing me his teeth. He had blood in his mouth and on his nose.

Right after I said my quick prayer, a voice in my head (God) told me to scream as loud and long as I could because that would frighten the dog and he’d run away. Staring at the dog, I took a deep breath and screamed! The dog immediately turned and ran.

I thanked Jesus and went over to Deana and Jonathan. I had screamed so loudly that I couldn’t talk for several minutes, but I was so glad that Jesus had heard and answered my prayer and that I didn’t get bitten by the angry dog.