During The Holiday’s At My Uncle’s Ranch : a short story for kids by Alfred

 Once upon a time in a place called Miami. A little boy named John was asked to stand in front of the classroom and tell everyone how he spent his holiday. He was to be scored by his teacher based on fluency, manners, style, presentation and content just like the other pupils in his class.

John walked up to the front of the class. He adjusted his bow tie and cleared his throat. Boy! He was going to knock their socks off.

He told them that his parents sent him and his brother Paul who was two years older than him to their Uncles ranch in Texas to spend the holiday.

He told them that he spent his holiday adjusting to the Texas cowboy way of life but the most memorable experience is one that almost cost him his life.

He has just started learning to ride horses (that is if you call sitting in front of your Uncle on a horse’s saddle with the reins in your Uncle’s hands; learning to ride a horse) when he decided to mount a beautiful white stallion when no one was around and ride it on his own. What he didn’t know was that though the horse he had chosen to ride was saddled, it was yet to be broken. In fact many had tried to break it but their efforts had been successful.

John ended up screaming for help as he tried his best to hang on. He had heard terrifying stories of the outcome of people who fell off horses. John’s screams for help sent his Uncle and others running out to see what was happening.

Suddenly, the white stallion took off into the woods. John could hear the shouts of his Uncle dying down as the horse ran like lighting further and further into the woods.

Only God knew where the White Stallion was going. Only God knew if John would inevitably fall off the horse and share in the horrifying fate of those who fall off horses. All John knew was that he just shouldn’t fall off the horse – he couldn’t afford to. John started praying to God like he’s never prayed before until he started speaking in tongues.

John’s Uncle arranged a search party to ride into the woods. If anything tragic where to happen to his little nephew, he would never forgive himself.

The horse John was on rode for hours and John’s praying in tongues continued as well. It was beginning to get dark and being in the woods in the dark was always extremely scary to a little boy or girl and with good reason too.

John knew all he had was God. He knew his Uncle must have sent out a search party but he also knew that a lot could also happen before they find him (that is if the find him).

For John, it wasn’t only a physical experience; it was also a spiritual experience. Never before had he felt such a strong compulsion for absolute dependence on God. It was either complete and total dependence on God or an early grave. Odd as it may seem, the more John prayed the stronger he felt. The more John prayed, the bolder he got. The more John prayed, the more his worries faded away.

Suddenly, John shouted, “I command you to stop in the name of Jesus.” There was great faith and boldness in his voice - Great faith and boldness that came from within.

Immediately, the horse stopped.

John’s faith was so strong that he was not surprised. He couldn’t explain it but he just knew before he commanded it to stop that as soon as he did it would have to obey.

John then told the horse to go back to his Uncle’s stable and the horse turned around and followed the route back from where it came.

“WHOA!!!”, a kid in John’s class exclaimed.

Yeah! Whoa is right. John ended up scoring high on the test, but also letting everyone in the classroom including the teacher know that when you need a miracle you can always count on God.

THE END.