“But that’s what God did,” Dad pointed out. He opened up his Bible. “Listen to this verse in the book of Romans. ‘We were restored to friendship with God by the death of his Son…

MacKenzie Isabelle Evans let go of the handle bars of her bike. She pedaled twice, wobbled, and grabbed them again.

MacKenzie Isabelle Evans squirmed on the back seat of the car. She stared out the window at the passing scenery, but she couldn’t get rid of the uncomfortable thought in her head.

 Joseph Anderson Donetti stared out the car window. “Is that one?” he asked, pointing. “No!” Mac answered. “When you see one, you’ll know it! You won’t have to ask!”

Trevor felt as if about 50 butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. No, it felt more like they were boxing in there! He never used to be afraid of storms. But now he knew…

“I can’t find my ball!” Hannah exclaimed. “Do you know where it is?” “Which ball?” Mama answered, spooning applesauce into Baby Paulo’s mouth.

Molly lifted her head, stared at Mac, and trotted rapidly down the sidewalk. Her long ears bobbed and flapped as she hurried away. Mac chased after her. “Molly, stop!” Mac yelled as Molly bounced steadily…

“So Cass will go everywhere with us and get used to people and all kinds of places,” the woman continued. “She’s allowed to go anywhere we go because one day she will need to accompany…

 MacKenzie Isabelle Evans edged closer to the telephone so she could hear what Mom was saying. “Oh! That’s too bad! I’m really sorry! No, it’s no problem at all. I’m glad to help out,” Mom…

Trevor Paul Monroe read his memory verse a second time. He frowned. He still didn’t like what it said. If he wanted to be a great man, he was supposed to be a servant!