🌊🌊TSUNAMI🌊🌊

By Tessa Harvey

Chapter Five

(Continued)

The huge wave roared towards Malawi with a terrible sound like the thunder of a 747 plane. He thought he heard his friends calling, but he couldn't be sure, with the dreadful noise filling his ears. Then he was caught up in the wave's billowing fury. He tried to scream, but his mouth was filled with what seemed like torrents of water, washing over him, around him.

Something caught his face. Was it a leg? Malawi reached out and held on tightly. As the wave swept past, there was a sensation of other arms grabbing his tree that stood with roots wound deep into the earth, grown strong over decades.

The tree was broken, but it did not rip out. The wave eventually receded bringing more pain tugging the boy's body, tearing at him in vengeful dragging surges. Then it was gone, dragging mud, sand, torn buildings, and other debris with it.

The boy cracked open his eyes to find himself in a warm bed anchored to a stable floor. Then he saw his mother and behind her his father. Malawi tried to smile, to say Hello. He felt deep relief and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Malawi had turned the corner towards healing, and it wasn't solely because of the presence of his parents in that room. It was the Presence of Almighty God in their prayers.