Anyways we were walking along. Chatting like what teenagers do. You know having a good time.
We got to this one point on the road that I still remember the location of. And we stopped in our tracks, as well as mid-sentence. I signaled my brother not to move for a moment, but it was not necessary for he heard it to.
There was rustling in the bushes. Before I could say anything two dogs jumped out of the bushes barking at us.
I tried to remember everything that our dad had told us to do if we ran into any animals. Don't run, back up slowly, do not turn your back, and do not show your fear.
However these dogs were not coyotes like what we have ran into in the past, but they were somebody's dogs. And that part about not showing your fear was hard. I was terrified!
Lord, please save us. Save us Lord! I remember praying these short prays in my mind during the whole thing.
The dogs though never touch us. In fact they just left for a reason even today is unknown. Maybe the dog's owner heard them barking and called them away, or the dogs just lost interest in us.
I think that the most likely ending of this story is that God heard my prayer and called the dogs away from us leaving us unharmed.
Later I found this verse in Psalm 6:9: 'The Lord heard my plea; the Lord accepts my prayer.'