Letters May 4, 1998 Issue

Dear Sentinel

with contributions from Evan Coggins, Kirsten Johnson, Kim Johnson

Some people say they can't find God. I can't stop finding Him!

Evan Coggins Dana Point, California

Dear Sentinel,

One time when I went across the street I picked up a puppy named Buddy. I brought it over by my dog Bogie. Bogie was getting angry that I brought a puppy, so her leash scraped my knee. I told my dad, and my dad reminded me that God was taking care of me. I also knew God made both Bogie and Buddy, and they were God's creatures, too.

The next day the sore was getting smaller. I knew God never made a sore. It was all gone in a few days!

Kirsten Johnson Dousman, Wisconsin (as told to her mother)

When I got there, Kirsten's leg was cut badly and hurting her. Her father was comforting her. The lead on which our Norwegian elkhound is hooked is a wire, and it wrapped around her leg and pulled her down. The spiritual truths Kirsten has learned in Sunday School really helped her. She even gave a testimony one Wednesday night. And she's just five years old!

Kim Johnson

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