Hannah Maria Estevez watched Mama open her purse. “I was sure I had everything I needed to fix supper,” Mama said. “But when I looked just now, I found out we don’t have enough rice. And I promised Papa I would make him Cuban rice tonight.”
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By Linda Porter Carlyle These Joseph stories will help you understand what your Sabbath School lesson can mean for you today. MacKenzie Isabelle Evans shuffled wildly through the papers on her desk. Where was that list? It wasn’t in her binder. It wasn’t stuck between the pages of her spelling book. It didn’t seem to
Joseph Anderson Donetti looked around the classroom. Nope. No missionary yet. Pastor Chuck had promised last week that they would have a special guest today—a real missionary. Joseph had heard about missionaries, of course, but he had never actually seen a real missionary before.
By Linda Porter Carlyle These Joseph stories will help you understand what your Sabbath School lesson can mean for you today. Joseph Anderson Donetti squirmed. “Hold still!” Mrs. Pastor Chuck said. “Your beard will be all lopsided!” Joseph obediently tried not to wiggle. But the prickly moustache attached to the beard tickled his nose. He
Trevor Paul Monroe lay in bed and watched the ceiling fan slowly turn around and around. Summer was almost over. It was almost time to go back to school again.
“I guess I will have to go over and wake him up.” Mac ran out the back door, dashed across the grass, and scampered like a squirrel up the ladder that leaned against the side of G.M.’s house. The window at the top was wide open to let in the night breezes. Mac leaned through it, put both hands on Joseph’s bed, and shook it. “You promised you would go ice-skating with me this morning. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
“I know something you can do to help me,” G.M. suggested with a twinkle in her eye. “My truck needs a bath.” “Awesome!” Joseph whooped. “I like washing the truck! Maybe Mac will help me like she did last time.”
Hannah Maria Estevez swung slowly back and forth, back and forth on the long rope swing that Papa had made for her in the front yard. It was her favorite thing to do on a hot summer afternoon. Well, maybe splashing in the river was her very favorite summertime thing to do. Or maybe chasing waves in the ocean. But she had to get in the car and ride to get to those places. She just had to skip out the door to get to her swing.
Trevor Paul Monroe listened to Joseph’s excited voice on the phone. “Do you think you can come?” Joseph asked. “We will have so much fun!"
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans landed on G.M.’s back porch with a thud. She banged on the kitchen door with her fist. “Come in quickly!” G.M. called from the sink. “I can’t afford to have you knock a hole in my door!”