When Mark’s mother told him that everyone was an idea of God, made in His image and likeness, Mark said: “I don’t want to be an idea. I want to be a real boy that everyone can see!” “But you are a real boy,” she said.
I’m really grateful for God’s allness and healing power. I was getting dressed when I started to sneeze.
Glory to thine ardent Name, O Lord, our God, to Thee, Mighty Creator of the Universe, We sing Thy praises joyfully, Thine everlasting works we do see, And may Thy Children give thanks to Thee. We lift our voices in grateful praise, Dear Lord, to Thee our voices we raise.
I was at my hotel in Panama, where my family and I went on vacation. My mom, my two cousins, and I were going swimming at the pool all day.
Right after Christmas vacation last year, my school named me class leader based on my grades and my behavior, although I am the youngest pupil in my class. I have to confess that in the beginning I had serious problems.
Before you were born, I tried to imagine what it would be like to be a dad. I asked God to teach me how to be a good one.
While at art camp on an island, at the end of class, the boys in my group started fighting outside. The teachers became so focused on the fight that they forgot I was still in the building and locked it up.
If you keep doing the same bad thing again and again, will God still forgive you?—From a 9-year-old boy named Love God is Love and will always love us. God can’t be mad at us or stop caring for us.
Last summer I was in the middle of a music and arts camp program when my head started to ache and I felt sick. After the program, my family and friends who had come to watch hugged and congratulated me for my performance, and my head felt better.
One day I spoke back to my mom. And as a consequence she took away my iPod.