When I arrived back to the campground from work, the kids where saying excitedly, "Listen to those kid's scream
up on the hill. They have screamed and cried like this all day. Even when the Mother took them to the out house we could hear
her screaming at the kids and threatening to hit them again if they didn't shut up." I ask if anyone had did anything about
it and the kids all said, "No." After discussing the situation with the kids who mostly were adults themselves; we all agreed
maybe the kids were just being punished and not abused. In unison we agreed to wait and see what took place a little longer
before doing anything to intervene.
After the family (12 of us) all arrived home from work or where ever they had been that day; we ate dinner and the babies
on the hill were silent for a while, then they begin to cry and scream again as the mother screamed above their cries. It
was almost as if she was daring someone to say something to her.
Parents in our camp site seemed to be more at peace with the quietness for a few minutes, and I am sure the other camper's
were as well especially since we had, had so many problems camped in this camp ground ourselves on previous visits to the
hill. We had been warned about the noise we made and the spirits wanted us to take our ministry elsewhere because we were
making them angry as they didn't want to hear about Jesus, and I am sorry to say, when troubles are trying to over power you
as well as others, you tend to keep silent at certain times in order to call a place home.
After dinner camper's begin to arrive for our nightly bible study and Praise the Lord, things were quiet throughout the
As people found a seat around the fire pit we begin to discuss the activities everyone had witnessed that day and had a
prayer session to open up bible study.
The more intense the bible study became the more the screaming from the top of the hill was being heard, almost as if the
screaming was to stop us from worshiping Jesus Christ our living God.
The woman who was screaming, her voice carried through the darkness, trees and shrubs and then the babies begin to scream
out as if they were in severe pain once again.
We stopped the study immediately, joined hands and begin to pray for the children on the hill. The screams of terror and
pain brought intense prayers and tears as we continued to pray for an intervention and the children's safety. A few minutes
later the bible study was beginning to start up again when I looked over at Shane about 1 1/2 or 2 years old, bless his heart
he looked so sad. The Holy Spirit had me ask Shane, "Baby do you want to pray for your little friends?" and with the saddest
little face and eyes he held out his hands to me to pray as he knew to do. I took his small dainty hands in mine as others
gathered around laying their hands on us to continue on in prayer.
We prayed, prayed and prayed, and at times I would say, "Shane, do you need to pray more?" Never saying a word he continued
on talking to Jesus. At long last we noticed the campground was silent. It was as if anyone who was up and wasn't at this
bible study fell asleep immediately, including the little one's on the hill.
Then shortly thereafter Shane, lifted his tear stained face; and everyone begin to say things like, "Bless his heart,"
"The screams of terror and pain those kids were going through really upset him," and the comments went on for a few minutes
longer. Prayer was said to dismiss the study group because we had witnessed something many others haven't. Since the evening
ended up so peacefully camper's went back to their campsite to either think about what had just taken place, or to retire
for the night.
Unfortunately, things wasn't that easy for Shane or for those who loved and tried hard to keep him safe as the other children
in our camp site.
Little Shane became very ill that night. It was as if he had taken the pain of the little one's on the hill upon himself
to give them relief. Shane ran a very high fever, his cries throughout the night told his parents and the rest of the family
he was now very ill and in pain himself. (Just think of the angels that surrounded this little guy that night as he was so
ill.) The next morning we were still very concerned about Shane and his high fever and noticed the family on the hill was
leaving the campground for good and the children were still quite and so was the screaming, mean mother.
Within two or three days Shane returned to his joyful little self and all was well with him and us too.
The wonders of the Lord never cease to amaze me. I am so thankful for being involved in this miracle involving abused children.
Its as the scriptures tend to say, mess with one of my little one's your better off drowning yourself. The evil spirits and
mother was no match for our living God, Jesus Christ or a little boys sincere concern and prayers.
Friends don't ever underestimate the power of prayers as they come from little children they are small enough to still
know where they came from. There still small enough to hear the voice of the Lord and without hesitation or concern for others
opinions they heed to the words spoken to them.
As adults we failed these children on the hill, or did we? Just because mommie's and daddies didn't go confront the parents
with anger and violence doesn't mean a thing, because we all learned a very valuable lesson that night. This was the lesson,
if you can't handle something Godly or in an orderly fashion, hand it over to the Lord as a small child did and trust Jesus
to do the rest.
At the age of five Shane still speaks of his Jesus and many of his great works, and it is my prayer, that he never quits
listening to that gentle whisper that saves lives.