Joseph Anderson Donetti heard her coming all the way across the yard. He peeked through the window, and then he hurried to open the back door. Mac was running so fast, he was afraid she couldn’t stop to knock. “Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!” Mac shouted as she slid into the kitchen.
Joseph Anderson Donetti stared at Mac. “That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had!” he exclaimed. “One ‘Sunshine Yellow’ wall? One red wall? One white wall? And one green wall? It would be the ugliest Mother’s Room on the face of the earth!”
Mac looked at Trevor with squinty eyes. “Are you sure you don’t know anything about this?” she asked with deep suspicion. Trevor threw his hands in the air. “Honestly! I don’t know anything!” he exclaimed.
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans was the first one out of the car. She slammed the door and stood tapping her foot as Joseph and Trevor climbed out of the backseat. “You guys are slow as slugs,” she commented.
Trevor Paul Monroe plunked his stack of library books down on the table in G.M.’s studio. “It’s awful nice of you to help me with my report,” he said to Joseph.
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.”
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.