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Hearing his mom scream, Jeffery dropped his game controller and ran to the kitchen. He found her with a cabinet's contents spread on the counter before her. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Oh, Jeffery, I didn't mean to scare you. Your mother is simply losing her mind. I know I bought a box of chocolate chip cookies last week. Now, when I want one, I can't find them. They've got to be here somewhere," Mom said as she started emptying another cabinet.
Jeffery bit his lip. "Mom, I took them," he confessed.
"You? Jeffery, you don't like chocolate chip cookies! I seriously doubt you ate a whole box of them. Now your dad, he could eat a whole box. Maybe that's where they went."
"No, Mom," Jeffery repeated, "I took them. You're right, I don't like them, but Russ does."
"Russ from school?" asked Mom as she sat down at the table. "How did Russ get our cookies?"
"Remember when I told you about Russ's family? It's just his little brother and his mom, he doesn't have a dad. Well, Russ told me that his mom works two jobs but there's still not any extra money for snacks. At snack time at school, Russ would act as if he didn't want a snack and just read. But, Mom, looking at him while I ate made my snack taste lousy," said Jeffery with a grimace. "So, I started putting two snacks in my bag and offered one to Russ. I'm sorry I took your cookies without asking."
"Jeffery," Mom said as she stood and gave him a hug, "I don't care about that. What you did for Russ was a wonderful thing. In fact, the Bible says that when we share our food with those who are hungry, it's as if we shared with Jesus."
"For real?" asked Jeffery.
"For real. Jesus loves us all so much that He gave His life to save us. When we care about others the way He does and make sacrifices for them, He counts our loving actions as being done for Him." Mom smiled. "You know, I really do want a chocolate chip cookie. Come with me to the store so you can pick out snacks that both you and Russ would like," she said with a wink.
–Phyllis Johnson

"I hate my feet!" said Madison. "They're too big."
"They are not!" replied Emory, her older sister. "You're tall, so you need bigger feet
to move around and hold you up." She grinned. "I think your feet are beautiful."
Madison laughed. "Thanks. I wish everyone felt that way. Sometimes kids make fun of my feet."
"Well, just because some people think smaller feet are more beautiful doesn't mean they're right," said Emory. "But I know their words can still hurt--and people's opinions can also be hurtful in other ways. People in China once thought only small feet were beautiful too, and girls' feet were wrapped up so tight that they couldn't grow."
Madison frowned. "Did they really do that?"
"Yeah, a long time ago," Emory said. "It was very painful, and girls weren't able to use their feet the way they were supposed to. A book I read told a story about a Chinese woman who had her feet bound when she was very young, and they hardly grew at all. When she was older, she had to be carried to lots of places because her feet were too delicate to walk over rough or uneven ground."
Madison's eyes widened. "That's horrible!"
Emory nodded. "But you know what? The woman in that story eventually learned that her feet were beautiful not because of their size but for another reason."
"Really?" asked Madison. "What was it?"
"Well," said Emory, "the woman became a Christian. After she got married, she and her husband became missionaries to their own people--the Chinese."
"And?" prompted Madison when Emory paused.
"Don't you see? This woman was using her feet to spread the good news of Jesus, and the Bible says that people who do that have beautiful feet!" Emory explained.
"Where in the Bible does it say that?" Madison wanted to know.
"Somewhere in Romans," said Emory. "The point is, using your feet to go tell others about Jesus makes them beautiful. God gave us feet so we could use them, and the best way to do that is to go into the world and share the message that Jesus died for our sins so we could have peace with God."
Madison looked at her feet again and smiled. "Then I want to have big, beautiful feet!"
–Jean A. Burns

Natia and Lexi sat in the grass waiting for the bus. Lexi was quiet this morning; she had something
on her mind.
"What are you thinking about?" Natia asked.
Lexi looked up. "I was just thinking about a conversation I had with my mom yesterday. She
talked to me about something called a safety network. She seemed pretty serious about it."
Natia looked confused. "What's a safety network?"
"It's a list of five people that I trust, like my mom, my dad, our teacher Mrs. Schenk, my aunt, and my grandma. Those are the people I can talk to about anything. Mom says that if anyone ever says or does anything to me that makes me feel uncomfortable, I can always go talk to the people in my safety network."
"That's a good idea!" said Natia. "It's good to have a plan in case anything scary ever happens."
Lexi nodded her agreement. "Do you remember last summer when our moms took us to the circus? That man walking the tightrope had a safety net underneath him. That way, even if something scary happened, he knew he'd be safe. Mom said a safety network is kind of like that." Lexi picked some grass and rubbed it between her fingers. "Talking to my mom about it also made me thankful for God's safety net."
"What do you mean?" asked Natia.
"Well, when my mom and I were talking, we read a chapter in the Bible about how God is our protector and that we can always trust Him. Jesus died to save us from the scariest thing of all--eternity without God--and He promises to be with us when scary things happen. Mom said one of the ways He helps us is through people we can trust, like those in our safety network." Lexi reached into her backpack and pulled out her little Bible. "Here, I put a bookmark in it--it's in Psalms."
They both stood up when they heard the bus rumbling closer. Lexi turned and waved to her mom, who had been watching them from the porch.
"You're right, Lexi," Natia said after she read the passage in Lexi's Bible on the way to school. "It makes me feel good knowing God has given me a safety net!"
- Emily Tenter

"Hey, watch it!" Kole poked his twin brother with the end of his broom. "You're stepping in my dirt pile!"
"Whoops," said Zeke. "Sorry." He took a few steps back and began sweeping the opposite side of the garage. "I can't believe I'm sweeping dust bunnies on a beautiful Saturday afternoon instead of playing baseball," he said with a groan.
"Yeah," said Kole, wiping sweat from his forehead. "And I'm missing Jackson's party." He sighed. "I hate being grounded."
"Me too," said Zeke. "Switching places to take each other's tests was a dumb idea."
As Kole wheeled the garbage can to the end of the driveway, Mrs. Dawson, the mom of one of the boys in Zeke's class, walked by. "Hi, Zeke!" she called out.
"Um, hi--I'm Kole, actually."
"Oh, right--sorry!" said Mrs. Dawson. "Sometimes I forget Zeke has a twin."
Kole sighed as he walked into the kitchen where Zeke and Mom were pouring lemonade. "What's the matter?" asked Mom.
Kole shrugged. "Nothing. Someone outside just thought I was Zeke."
"Hey, congratulations!" said Zeke, raising his glass of lemonade.
"Ha ha," said Kole sarcastically. He looked at Mom. "It just gets irritating sometimes--people thinking I'm someone else."
Mom nodded. "Yes, Dad and I knew that would happen to you boys. That's why we put you in different classes at school--so you could develop your own identities and friendships apart from each other." She took a sip of lemonade. "Of course, we never thought you'd switch places to get out of taking tests in classes you didn't like."
The boys looked at the floor. "Yeah--sorry about that," said Zeke.
"Well," said Mom, "you didn't fool me. Your faces may look the same to everyone else, but I can see the subtle differences in your noses and chins and freckles. More than that, you have completely different personalities!" She smiled. "I see each of you for who you are. And you know what? God does too. He created you so you could know and reflect Jesus in your own special way. He made each of you unique, with your own interests and abilities."
"Yeah," said Kole. "Like me being good at English and Zeke at math."
"Exactly," said Mom. She ruffled Kole's hair. "But that doesn't mean you can have Zeke take your math tests."
- Courtney Lasater

"Okay, remember the plan," Zeke told his twin brother Kole as they traded sweatshirts in the bathroom. "Try not to talk to anyone before the test. Once the tests are finished it'll be lunchtime and we can meet back here to trade our sweatshirts back."
Kole nodded as he combed his fingers through his hair to get it to look more like Zeke's. They were in different classes at school, and Kole was going to take the English test in Zeke's class while Zeke took the math test in his. "I sure hope no one notices I'm not you," said Kole. "If I had to take that math test, I'd flunk it!"
"Yeah, and I hate English," said Zeke. "All that writing!"
Kole walked into his brother's classroom just as the bell rang. Mr. Edwards handed out the test, and Kole got to work.
Everything went smoothly until someone knocked on the door. Mr. Edwards cracked it open and, after a few whispers, turned toward the class. "Zeke, your mom is here with your lunch. You can go with her and put it in your locker."
Kole broke out in a cold sweat. He trudged over to the door, and the moment Mom saw him, it was obvious she knew he wasn't Zeke.
Kole stepped into the hall and shut the door behind him. Mom was furious.
"What's going on?" she hissed. "Why are you pretending to be Zeke?"
Kole couldn't look her in the eye. "We switched places so I could take his English test and he could take my math test."
Mom stared at him. "Well, you may have fooled your teachers and classmates, but you didn't fool me--I know you too well. And aren't you forgetting someone who knows you even better than I do?"
"Umm…" stammered Kole. "You mean God, don't you?"
Mom nodded. "The Bible says He knows the number of hairs on your head--and everything that's in your heart. You can't hide anything from Him."
Kole shuffled his feet. "I guess Zeke and I didn't think of that."
"I guess not," said Mom. "But I hope you'll remember it from now on. Jesus knows everything about you, and He loves you and promises to forgive your wrongs. We can always be honest with Him--and trust Him to help us be honest with others too."
- Courtney Lasater

Dad put on his apron. "Well, my little chefs, are you ready to make our delicious pizza?"
Piper and Jerrie smiled. "Yes!"
"Okay, Piper, while Jerrie is rolling the dough, you start preparing the toppings."
"Okay, Dad. Hmm, let's see what we have here. Cheese, no. Sausage, no. Meatballs, no. Um, pepperoni will work."
Jerrie grinned at her sister. "Piper, you can't just pick pepperoni for our pizza. We need other ingredients too, like mushrooms."
Piper made a face. "No way! We're not having gross vegetables on our pizza."
"Mushrooms are not gross vegetables!" said Jerrie.
Dad stopped stirring his secret tomato sauce. "You know, having just one topping on our pizza reminds me of what Paul said in the Bible."
"Where does Paul talk about food in the Bible?" asked Piper.
"Actually, in multiple places, but this one isn't about food. In First Corinthians, Paul asks the believers, 'If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be?'"
Jerrie stopped rolling the dough. "That's a silly question. The body needs all its parts for it to smell, hear, and see. If my body was just an ear, all I'd be able to do is hear."
Dad smiled. "Even though it may seem like a silly question, Paul was trying to make a point. He was saying that everyone is important in the body of Christ, no matter what God has called you to do--whether you're a pastor, a postman, or two amazing pizza chefs."
Piper opened the fridge. "I thought just teachers and pastors were important in the body of Christ."
Dad shook his head. "Nope! Jesus has made everyone who knows Him part of His body, the church, and has given each of us a special role in it. As we work together and love one another, others can see Jesus in us."
Piper took some mushrooms out of the fridge. "So, I guess we shouldn't let our pizza turn in to one big eyeball of pepperoni."
A while later Mummy came into the kitchen. "Mmm, something smells good."
Piper smiled "It's our pizza. It has lots of toppings."
Jerrie nodded as she took a slice. "Like the body of Christ."
Piper held out her plate. "Daddy, can I have a slice with mushrooms?"
- Charis-Zoe Ademosu