Article June 26, 1976 ISSUE

Nothing but Good

Priscilla W. Heffernan (written at age 8)

One night when my throat felt sore I hunted up my father. He put me to bed and said,

"Think good thoughts." I lay down and knew I was God's perfect child and knew that nothing could touch me but good. I went to sleep.

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