One Week, One Miracle, One God

In a crowded room of about nine hundred or so people, God was personally showing up in everyone of their lives at a teen camp.
The first night, a teenage girl, recently going through some difficulties, had to much pride to walk down to the altar. Instead, she stayed at her seat and watched. Still, the love--and presence--of God was so real, so powerful, that she couldn't help but put her hands up and cry out unto God, experiencing only a fraction of His love for her.
The second night, she still didn't go to the altar. The message didn't pertain to her, that was all. Or at least, that's what she told herself. During praise and worship she wept, raising her hands in fear of the Lord, unable to believe how amazingly forgiving He was. During the response time, though, no tears were shed. At first she was disappointed, but it was okay. Instead of intense emotion, she felt an inner peace she hadn't felt in months, if not years.
The third night was focused on the Holy Spirit. The girl's friends told her to be prepared for an amazing night. The worship and message alone brought tears to her eyes as she realized how selfish she had been, holding her own life back from the very one who created it. The altar call provided such an incite on God's spirit that she could barely lift her hands as she shook and shook from the overwhelming intensity of the Almighty's presence.
Since it was the Holy Spirit night, the speaker was being led by the Spirit himself, and he made a small aisle in the middle of the altar, and told anyone who wanted healing to come forward. The girl stepped out, nervous and anticipating a miracle, and shortly a teenage girl came up and prayed for her intensely. A numbing chill went through the girl's back at the mention of Jesus, and she immediately knew the truth: scoliosis no longer had a hold on her. She had no X-rays to prove it. She didn't have a professional opinion. All she had was her faith, and the simple fact that she could now touch her back without wincing.
Thursday night was spent thanking God for everything he had done throughout the week; and it was well deserved.
Grief soon came upon the girl, when she realized some people simply refused to believe in her healing. Maybe they needed more proof (or faith) to believe. It confused her deeply, and shook the foundation of her faith. She knew that she knew. Why shouldn't everyone else?
We can't become dependant on other people's faith. We have to have our own. It will not only be that much stronger, but in that you are only dependant on God. Not any one else, not even yourself. Just God. Because, quite simply, that's all we need.