Frisco's Story

"Doug, Doug, help!" came from the outside. I rushed out the door into the yard to see why my younger brother was yelling. There was Frisco, our family dog, tossing and turning on the grass with a wild-eyed look.

My parents were not at home, and I was taking care of the dog and my brother. "What can I do? Where can I turn?" I thought. Then I thought of praying. I knew that God is ever present and that He is always there to turn to.

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