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CRASH! Mae threw one of her toys across the room. Why does everything have to be so difficult? Flopping on her bed, Mae grabbed her stuffed octopus and flipped it inside out. Now it was frowning back at her. "That's how I feel too, Oki."
"What happened? I heard a crash." Mom slipped into Mae's room and sat down next to her daughter. "Uh-oh, I see that Oki's face matches yours right now."
"I can't get that bracelet right! I even read the instructions and watched that video on it, but it's still not turning out."
"Yes, I can see how that would be frustrating. Why didn't you ask for help?"
Mae shrugged. "Sometimes I just want to figure it out on my own."
Mom nodded and sighed. "I do that sometimes too."
"You do?" Mae looked at Mom suspiciously.
"How about last week when I got that new mixer and tried to put it together?"
"You were really frustrated!" Mae recalled. "Good thing Ben can figure stuff like that out."
"Your big brother was very patient and got it working, but I had to ask him first. I also had to ask God for help."
Mae's eyes widened. "God helped you put the mixer together?"
Mom laughed. "Not physically, no, but He did help me with my attitude. You remember how I was pretty upset with myself when I couldn't figure it out? I could have allowed that frustration to determine my attitude for the rest of my day, but instead I prayed and asked God to help me remember that I have the Holy Spirit in me and can let my attitude reflect His love. I was grumbling and irritable, but with God's help, I chose to focus on what was true, right, and lovely, just like it says in Philippians chapter four."
"God helped you flip your attitude," said Mae.
Mom nodded. "It's okay to get frustrated, Mae, everyone does. What we do when we're frustrated is what matters. Do we stick with this face and attitude--" Mom grabbed Oki and turned her inside out "--or do we trust God to help us not lose sight of His goodness, love, and promises, even when we feel frustrated?"
Mae winked at Mom. "Oki does look better with a smile."
–Savannah Coleman

"Anna makes me so mad!" declared Kenzo. "She never listens to anyone else's ideas. And she always whispers in class. I wish she'd just sit still for one minute and listen to what someone else is saying!"
"Well, just be sure you don't let her keep you from listening when your teacher is speaking," said Mom. "Listening is your responsibility."
After dinner, it was Kenzo's turn to read a selection for family devotions. He quickly read through the verses, then shut the Bible. "Okay, so can we pray now?" he asked, sitting on the edge of his chair. "I have homework to do."
"In a minute," said Dad. "I have a praise to share. This morning, I read Ephesians 4:32 and realized that the Lord was telling me to forgive a man at work for something he had said about me. I prayed about it, and I trusted God to help me let go of my bitter attitude and forgive him. It was hard to do, but I feel so much better now."
"How does God speak to you?" asked Kenzo. "He never speaks to me like that."
"Could it be that you don't take the time to listen?" asked Dad.
"I listen," said Kenzo. "My teacher says I'm one of her best listeners."
"Listening to God is a bit different though," Mom said. "God speaks to us through His Word, the Bible. When we read it and listen to what it says, the Holy Spirit speaks its truth to our hearts."
"Just like this morning when I read that verse about forgiveness and God spoke to me through it and made me realize that I had to do what it says," Dad added. "As we listen to God's voice in the Bible and carefully think about the verses we read, the Holy Spirit helps us understand the truth He wants us to know and live it out in our lives. But we won't know what He's saying unless we listen."
"Remember how you wished your friend Anna could sit still for one minute?" asked Mom. "I think God would like you to sit still and listen to Him speak."
–Nance E. Keyes

Zebb leaned forward as he and his family traveled through the African game reserve. His excitement at seeing animals in their natural habitats was rapidly being replaced by frustration.
"There's a springbok!" said their guide, pointing out the window.
"Where?" Zebb strained to look in the direction the guide had indicated. "I don't see it." He plopped back in his seat. "Why am I the only one who can't spot any animals even after someone tells me where to look?"
"It's because they blend in so well with the trees and grass," said Mom. "But I'm sure you'll learn to spot the animals soon."
"I don't know," said Zebb. "If I had to depend on hunting them for food, I think I'd starve to death." He managed a weak smile.
Dad grinned at him. "God gave wild animals effective camouflage, didn't He? That's just the opposite of the way He wants us to be."
Zebb rolled his eyes. "Dad! No riddles right now. I'm having enough trouble trying to see the animals!"
"I think Dad is talking about Christians," said Mom. "He's saying that God doesn't want us to lead camouflaged lives."
"You got it!" Dad said. "God wants to shine His light, His love, and His good news to the world through us. He wants others to see Jesus by the way we live."
Zebb stared into the distance. "You're thinking about us going to Uncle Ron's house next week, aren't you?" Zebb knew his uncle didn't believe in Jesus.
Dad nodded. "I'm praying that Uncle Ron will see Jesus in us and decide he wants to get to know Him himself. Sometimes it can feel daunting to share the love of Jesus with others, but God has given us the Holy Spirit to help us. I'm praying He'll work through us to show Uncle Ron what Jesus is like and give us an opportunity to share the truth with him."
"Me too," said Zebb. Just then, he saw a flicker of movement near a tree. He focused all his attention on the spot and finally made out a shape. "I see a giraffe--no, a whole bunch of giraffes--in those trees over there!" Zebb beamed triumphantly. "Finally!" Looking at his dad, he said, "I hope people--especially Uncle Ron--won't have as much trouble seeing Jesus when they look at us."
–Linda Avallone

Brighton sprayed cleaning solution on the whiteboard in the room where she did her homeschool lessons. Then she took a cloth and wiped away all the colorful splotches left behind from the markers used on it. "There," she said. "That's better. Just erasing it doesn't get rid of all the marker spots, but cleaning it does!"
Mom smiled. "It looks brand new!"
That evening during family devotions--as she had been doing for the past few days--Brighton prayed for forgiveness for lying to her parents the week before. "I'm sorry I did that, Lord," she prayed. "Please forgive me and help me not to do it again."
Once again, Mom and Dad assured Brighton they forgave her, and that God did too. But Brighton wasn't sure. "When someone asks me to forgive them for something, I say I will, but sometimes I have trouble forgetting it," she told her parents. "I just want to be sure God knows I'm really sorry."
Later that evening, Brighton was surprised when Mom suggested she go clean her whiteboard before getting into bed.
"I wiped it down after school today," said Brighton. "It's clean."
"Well, why not do it again, just to make sure," said Mom.
"But I haven't even used it since I cleaned it! If I had just erased it, you'd probably still see some marker smears--sometimes you can even figure out what words were erased. But I washed it with cleaning stuff. You said yourself that it looked brand new."
Mom nodded. "When we confess a sin to another person, it's a bit like erasing your board. They generally forgive us, but sometimes they have trouble forgetting it--and we do too. But God isn't like that. When we confess a sin to Him, it's like wiping your board down with the cleaning solution. Our sin is totally removed--every bit is washed away! And God promises that He not only forgives that sin, but He sees us as totally clean and new again."
Brighton liked that. And when she prayed during devotions the following night, she omitted her usual confession about lying. God had already forgiven and forgotten that sin. All she needed to do was remember His promises.
–Nance E. Keyes

Macy glanced at her brother and made a face as Mrs. Jackson from next door stepped into their yard. Here we go again, she thought. Their neighbor was always mad about something.
Mom got up from the porch swing. "Hello," she said in a cheerful voice.
Mrs. Jackson harrumphed. "I thought I heard your kids screaming."
Mom glanced at Macy and Jace. "Not today."
"Well, keep them quiet when it starts to get late like this. I haven't been feeling well and need my sleep," Mrs. Jackson said.
Mom's brows knit together. "I'm sorry to hear you haven't been feeling well. Is there anything we can do for you?"
Mrs. Jackson shook her head. "Just keep your kids quiet." She turned and marched back to her yard.
"I hope you feel better," Mom called after her.
"Why are you so nice to her, Mom?" Macy asked.
"Yeah," Jace said. "She's only ever grumpy and mean to us."
Mom turned toward them. "Sometimes it's when people are acting grumpy and mean that they need love and grace the most."
"Love?" Jace wrinkled his nose.
"She doesn't seem like she's deserving of it all the time, I know. But then again, neither are we." Mom sat on the porch swing between them. "God chose to love us even though we're not perfect. We all make mistakes, right?"
Macy thought about how often she fought with her brother, especially when they were playing board games. "Yeah."
Mom nodded. "God loves us in spite of our mistakes, and we should show love to others despite how they might treat us too. When we show them love and grace, we're showing them Jesus."
"I want to be like Jesus," Macy said.
Jace glanced at her. "Even if it means being nice to Mrs. Jackson?"
"Yeah." Macy sighed. "That's going to be hard."
Mom squeezed her hand. "But not impossible. You can trust Jesus to help you love others the way He loves you."
"I will," Macy said. She wanted to be loving like Jesus, even if it meant putting up with her cranky neighbor.
–Bethany Acker

"Mom, what if Dad can't find another job?" Selah was sitting with Mom on the porch, helping shuck corn for supper. Dad had been out of work for months, and even though her parents were still in good spirits, Selah could tell that money was starting to get tight.
Mom smiled at her question. "The Lord will provide for us," she said confidently as she tore off another cornhusk.
Selah smiled as her kitten, Max, came bounding around the corner and started batting at the pieces they were dropping on the ground. She still couldn't help but think about the things they would have to give up if Dad didn't find a job soon.
Mom looked at the kitten, then looked at Selah. "Selah, did you feed Max today?"
Selah looked surprised. "Yes, of course. I feed him every day!"
Mom smiled. "Why do you feed him?"
Selah picked up Max and put him on her lap. "I love him, and he needs food every day," she explained. "Why do you ask?"
"Your kitten reminds me of a verse in the Bible," said Mom. "It's about how we don't need to worry about what we eat or what we wear, because the Lord will provide for us. We just need to trust that He will keep His promises."
Selah looked down at Max. He was so small--he would never be able to find food on his own. "So, Max trusts me to provide for him like we need to trust God to provide for us."
"Exactly," said Mom. "And this corn we're shucking is just one way the Lord has provided for us today."
Selah looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"The Thomas family from church grew this corn in the field behind their house," Mom explained. "They had so much that they gave us a whole basketful!"
"Wow." Selah rubbed Max's fur as he stretched out in her lap. "I guess God really
is taking care of us!"
Mom nodded. "God provided for our greatest need of all by sending Jesus to be our Savior. He gave us His own Son, and we can trust Him to give us what we need each day too. This corn we eat with dinner can remind us of all the incredible ways God provides for us."
–Emily Tenter