I was six years old…
I was six years old with a gerbil named after my favorite babysitter, Tara. I loved the gerbil so much. I would sometimes find my brothers teasing her and pulling on her tail. I always protected her from the mean boys.
One day, I came home from school and my mother met me with sad news. She could hardly speak the words to tell me that my gerbil was dead. She had left her in the cage so that I could say goodbye. I went to the cage of my favorite friend and found her cold and dead in the cage.
I think my mother went to go prepare a burial box. With the faith of a child, I prayed to God to bring my gerbil back to life. I held the dead body in my hand and prayed with everything I had in my heart. There is no possible explanation to what happened a few minutes later. The gerbil came to life and started crawling up my arm!
It may sound so silly that God would raise a gerbil to life, but with the faith of a mustard seed, he will move mountains. He answered my prayer and if I ever mention the gerbil to this day, my mother will agree that the gerbil came back from the dead that day.
April, 25, New York
