Hannah Maria Estevez looked out the kitchen window at the pouring rain. “It’s funny!” she exclaimed. “We’re writing a report about water, and it’s raining!”
Joseph Anderson Donetti jumped up when he heard the knock on the kitchen door. The clipboard with his math paper on it and his pencil tumbled to the floor.
Trevor Paul Monroe looked up from the silverware drawer as Mom said to her kitchenful of boys, “Hurry up, guys, Dad will be home any minute. We need to have supper on the table when he gets here because he has to go right out again after we eat. He has a meeting at church tonight.”
“I’ve got news,” Pastor Chuck announced. Everyone in the Sabbath School class looked up expectantly and waited.
Mac looked across Mr. Peters’s yard and frowned. Mr. Peters was known in the neighborhood for his beautiful flowers, but not for his generosity. Mac would never forget the time he had gruffly shouted at her not to touch his roses. And all she had been doing was smelling them!
“If you found a good recipe, how come you’re not making it for supper instead of after supper?” Joseph asked. “Because it’s a recipe for cookies!” G.M. answered, thumping him lightly on the top of his head. “And we have to eat something else first.”
“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 while we were still His enemies,’” he read.
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!”