How Jesus calmed the waters at Proud Lake

So I’m staying at this state campground in Wixom Lake, like an hour outside of Detroit. Just me. I was hoping to possibly be able to see my grandma if I had an opportunity to even sit outside and say hello while wearing a hazmat suit. My cousins out here won’t go near anyone, won’t let anyone go into their house etc etc etc. it’s a different world out here. I’m here for 3 days, still not sure if I’ll be able to see anyone in my family. So I’ll do some writing, it’s a peaceful quiet spot across from “proud lake”. 

As I was driving in yesterday, I was looking for Moody radio or any Christian music and I couldn’t find anything so I settled on NPR. Holy Wow, NPR is so far left these days I understand why antifa exists now. I set up my popup and met an older guy named John who just lost his wife two months ago. I went and sat by his fire after I was done putting everything away and listened to his story. Had a beer, declined the offer to smoke a joint, lolol.....then prayed with him and headed back to my camper in the dark. 

 As I’m walking back, I hear a man and woman having a seriously heated argument. They’re going at it , it’s loud, and they’re clearly both very upset. It sounds like it might end with the cops being called. I realize they’re just a few campsites away from me up the hill and I realize I’m going to be hearing this as I try and sleep. So I walk up the hill through the darkness and introduce myself in the middle of their fight and offer to pray. 

 “Hey there, I’m Jen, your new camping neighbor down the hill. I heard y’all fighting and I’d like to pray with you...would you like me to pray with you?”

 The woman  basically told me to go F myself and said that she didn’t need my prayers. She mocked me a little so I just left it as an open invitation. 

“I’m right down the hill if you change your mind”.

 I totally understood how annoyed she was because I can appreciate how strange it would be when you’re in the middle of a heated battle to have some total strangers appear out of nowhere and offer to pray. It would make you feel vulnerable. There you are in the dark at your worst and suddenly you feel exposed.

 So I walked back to my little camper and prayed for them on the way , then called Jeff quick before I went to bed. After 15 minutes I hung up with my husband and I hear a woman outside my camper crying. 

“Miss, miss, will you come pray with us? I’m so so sorry, I can’t believe I said that stuff to you, I’m so sorry” 

She told me she went to the bathroom and started feeling so guilty about what she said to me. She needed prayer and believed He sent me and she was crying and shaking and asking for forgiveness. I gave her a hug. 

“I dont have covid”, she sobbed. 

“I don’t care about covid right now” I said like the selfish unmasked ahole that I am. 

 She told me through tears she believes in God but doesn’t know anyone else where she lives who does. She’d been fighting with her boyfriend for two weeks and it had been awful. She didn’t understand how it escalated, why they were being so mean to each other. 

So we walked to their capsite,  we held hands; this woman, her boyfriend and another one of their friends,  and we asked Jesus to change to atmosphere. Then I left.   It got pretty quiet up there after I left. I slept in peace. I never heard sirens. I need to pray more.