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"Wow," said Jace as he stared at his cousin Cody's backyard. "Two tree forts--with a rope bridge between them!" He shook his head. "You've got everything!"
Cody shrugged.
Jace climbed up the ladder. "Do you come here all the time?" He coughed and batted the air. "Ugh. I guess not. I just ran into a cobweb."
Cody scrambled up the ladder, twisted the cobweb onto a stick, and threw it out the window. "I haven't been up here in months."
Jace couldn't believe it. "If I had this, I'd be up here all the time!"
Cody shrugged again. "It's always been here. The people before us built it."
Jace stepped out onto the rope bridge. "I wish we could stay longer. I wanted to stay until tomorrow, but Dad wants to drive home tonight so we can go to church in the morning."
"What did your pastor talk about last Sunday?" asked Cody.
Jace shrugged. "I don't know. I was finishing my cartoon drawing."
"Your cartoon?" Cody sighed. "You're the one who doesn't know how good you have it!"
"Huh?" Jace was confused. "What do you mean?"
"I can only go to church when the neighbors take me. But now Dad says I can't go anymore because he's tired of hearing me talk about Jesus. I guess he had a bad experience at church as a kid." Cody ran his hand over the rope bridge railing. "I know this is a nice tree fort. But I'm so used to it, I don't care much about it. I don't think you know how nice it is to hear about Jesus because you've always heard about Him. I wish I could go to church every week."
Jace drew a big breath. "I never thought about it like that. My family has always gone to church, so I can learn about Jesus and be reminded of how much He loves me all the time." He was quiet a moment, then snapped his fingers. "I know! How about I listen to the sermon in church each week then send you a message on what it was about?"
"Really?" said Cody. "That would be great!"
"Yeah," said Jace. "And I have an extra Bible I'll give you so you can learn about Jesus during the week too."
–Laura Raborn

As Amayah lay across the bed, sobbing, a tattered pink blanket was shoved up close to her. "Sissy, you can have my blanket." A tiny hand patted Amayah's head, and she turned and looked into the troubled eyes of her little sister, Peyton. "My blanket will make you feel all better," Peyton said.
Amayah felt the bed sag as her mom sat down beside her. "Missing Linden?" Mom asked softly.
Amayah nodded. "She was my best friend. I think about her all the time," she said, wiping her eyes. "Will I ever stop hurting? It's been three months since she died."
Mom handed her a tissue. "It's always hard to lose someone we love, especially someone as young as Linden."
Amayah took the tissue and blew her nose. Then she handed the blanket to Peyton. "You can have your blanket now, Peyton. Thanks."
With a contented sigh, Peyton hugged her blanket, and Mom pulled the little girl onto her lap. "That's your comforter, isn't it, honey?"
"No," said Peyton, looking puzzled. "It's my blanket."
Amayah smiled and lifted the edge of the comforter that was spread across her bed. "See this, Peyton? This is called a comforter."
Mom nodded thoughtfully. "You know, Amayah, since we trust in Jesus, God has given us His Holy Spirit to live within us and be our Comforter. He wants to comfort you."
Amayah sat up. "I know, Mom. When I prayed this morning, God seemed to tell me to remember the good times I had with Linden. I did, and I thought of the time when we both decided to give our lives to Jesus at camp. I remembered that she's with Him now and that I'll see her again one day, and I felt better for a while. I was still sad, but God did comfort me."
Peyton smiled at her sister, then jumped down and left the room, still clinging to her blanket. "Someday, Peyton won't need her security blanket anymore," Mom said. "But no matter how old we are, we'll always need our Comforter, God's Holy Spirit. He reminds us of God's promises and care, and He's always with us."
Amayah nodded and got up. "I'm doing better now," she said. "God is comforting me."
–Barbara J. Westberg

"Frank! Frank, come here, boy!" Zebb stepped back into the house and closed the sliding door with a sigh. "I think he ran away again. I've called him and called him, and he still hasn't come!"
Mom looked up from her computer and frowned. "Oh no. Dad must have forgotten to put his invisible fence collar back on after his bath." Zebb was looking out the window anxiously and ringing his hands together, so Mom closed her laptop and gave him an encouraging smile. "Why don't you put your boots on and we'll go look for him before dinner."
As mom drove the car slowly around their neighborhood, Zebb looked out the window. "I don't understand why he always wants to run away. Doesn't he know how much we love him?"
"He knows," Mom assured him. "Frank is just a dog who likes to run."
After thirty minutes of searching, Zebb was blinking back tears. Mom reached over and squeezed his hand. "You know what I always think of when Frank runs away and we have to go search for him?"
"What?" Zebb asked, swiping at tears with the back of his hand.
"I think of a parable Jesus told in the Bible about a shepherd who goes after one lost sheep. He drops everything to go and save the sheep, even leaving ninety-nine others behind to go search! And when he finds the sheep, he isn't angry. The shepherd rejoices! That's how God reacts when His children are found."
"I like that story," Zebb said. "It's nice to think that Jesus would search for me like I search for Frank."
Mom nodded. "Jesus is our Good Shepherd who came to earth and died to rescue us from sin. He loves us and will always come find us when we wander off."
As they continued searching for Frank, Zebb thought about God's love for him and how big it was. He also prayed that God would keep Frank safe, wherever he was.
A few minutes later Mom's phone rang. "Hello?" she said. "Oh, that's wonderful news, thank you. We'll be right there!" She hung up the phone and turned the car around. "That was one of our neighbors. They have Frank safe and sound at their house. Let's go get our boy!"
–Emily Tenter

"You brought my favorite board game!" exclaimed Hattie and Cleo's uncle when they came to visit him in the hospital. The girls happily set it up, and they were playing when a man entered the room. "Hi, Kyle," said Uncle Dale cheerfully. "Hattie, Cleo--meet Kyle Turner." The girls smiled and waved. "Kyle comes to see me every day and we read the Bible together," Uncle Dale explained.
"Don't let me interrupt you," said Kyle. "I have some errands to run. I'll come back in a little while."
"That's fine," said Uncle Dale. "Don't forget!"
"No chance!" Kyle called on his way out.
The girls were silent for a moment. "Kyle Turner," murmured Hattie. She frowned. "I know that name! He's the man who caused your accident, isn't he?" She looked at her uncle. "Why are you friends with him? It's his fault you can't walk!"
"I was really angry right after the accident," admitted Uncle Dale. "Then I read Colossians 3:13 during my devotions one day." He picked up his Bible from the bedside table. "Here, Cleo. Will you find that verse in my Bible?"
Cleo quickly found the verse. "Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you."
"Not too long after I read that verse, Kyle came to my room," said Uncle Dale. "I sure had a grievance against him! But he asked me to forgive him." Uncle Dale cleared his throat. "God helped me do that and used the accident to help both Kyle and me grow in our relationship with Jesus," he said quietly.
Hattie had tears in her eyes. "I just don't think I can forgive Kyle," she said. "Is there something wrong with me, Uncle Dale?"
"Nothing that God can't cure," her uncle assured her. "You love me and don't like to see me hurt--that's natural. Forgiving isn't always easy, but we can depend on Jesus for help. He forgave us for all our sins, and He gives us the power to forgive others, even when it's hard." Uncle Dale smiled. "I know--why don't you girls stay for my Bible study with Kyle? I'd like you to get to know him better."
The girls glanced at each other. "Well…okay," said Hattie, and Cleo nodded.
–Alyssa Liljequis

Hattie lay on her bed in the dark, thinking about Uncle Dale. He was in the hospital, badly hurt. He might even die. "Cleo," she whispered, "are you asleep?"
"No," came the answer from the other bed. "I wish Mom and Dad would get home from the hospital."
"Dad said the driver of the other car was drunk." Hattie's voice broke. She sobbed softly. "It's not fair! Uncle Dale might die, and that other man is walking around perfectly okay."
When their parents finally arrived home, the girls were still awake. Dad came and knelt between their beds. "First," he said, "I want you to know that Uncle Dale is doing a little better. And I met the driver of the other car tonight. He's very sorry and upset."
"Well, he should be," said Cleo. "That man should be put in jail--forever!"
"He may have to go to jail," said Dad. "He told me he was a Christian, but--"
"I don't believe that!" Hattie interrupted.
"He said his friends talked him into drinking tonight," Dad continued. "He could have chosen not to drink and drive, but he didn't. Now he's very sorry, but he can't take back what happened. He knows he deserves to be punished."
"No Christian would do what he did," said Hattie.
"Christians sin, Hattie," Dad reminded her. "We all do things that are wrong, and people are affected by our actions whether we like to think so or not."
"I guess that's true," said Cleo. "Remember when my friend Sophie didn't want to come to Bible club with me at first? She said it was because Christians weren't any different from other people. She knew some Christian kids who lied and cheated on tests and did stuff like that just as much as other kids did."
Dad nodded. "Our sins don't just affect us--they affect others too. Sometimes they hurt someone else directly, like what happened to Uncle Dale when that man decided to drink and drive tonight. Other times they hurt others' perception of what it means to be a Christian. The good news is that Jesus promises to forgive our wrongs and help us do what's right. The next time you're tempted to do something you shouldn't, think of who else it might hurt besides you. Then trust God to help you make the right decision."
–Alyssa Liljequis

Devin was playing on his tablet when it suddenly went dark. "Mom," he called, "my time ran out. Can I please have more time? I want to finish building my defenses."
"Sorry, Devin," Mom answered. "You've had enough time on the tablet today."
"Please, Mom!" Devin begged, but Mom quietly shook her head no. Devin sighed. "Fine," he said. "I'll go see what Ellery's doing."
Devin found Ellery in the kitchen and quickly sneaked one of the delicious-looking deviled eggs she was making before she could stop him. As he started to swallow, he gagged on the egg and spit it out in the sink.
"Hey!" Ellery cried. "Don't be mean. I worked hard on those eggs."
"No, Maddy, I'm serious!" Devin exclaimed. "You try one." Ellery tried one and quickly spit hers out too. "They're so salty! I followed the recipe though. It said to put in a quarter cup of salt."
Devin looked at the recipe. "Ellery, you read it wrong. It only takes a quarter teaspoon of salt. No wonder they're so salty!"
The kids looked at each other. "Dad needs one!" They brought an egg to Dad, who eagerly took a bite, but couldn't swallow it. Then Ellery produced a bowl and a glass of water from behind her back, and Dad quickly spit the egg in the bowl and took a long drink of water.
After the kids' giggles quieted down, Dad said, "Devin, this egg reminds me of your conversation with Mom earlier. Just like the right amount of salt enhances the flavor of the eggs, your games can enhance your life and help you learn. But with too much salt, the eggs were ruined, and too many games on your tablet can be harmful to you."
"So it's possible to have too much of a good thing?" asked Devin.
Dad nodded. "Jesus loves us and set us free from sin, and He wants us to enjoy good, fun things in our lives. But we need to do them in moderation. If they keep us from doing other good things, like caring for others and spending time with them, it's too much. It might not look the same every time, but you can pray about it and ask God to help you make good decisions about how you spend your time." Dad winked. "And your parents are happy to help too."
–Myrical Barton