Dear Sentinel,

One Saturday morning I had to go to ballet. When getting dressed, I couldn't find my shoes. I looked under the bed and under the chair. I looked all around my room. I looked in my closet and in the downstairs coat closet. But I couldn't find them. And so I sat down and prayed to God. I felt very close to God right then. His angel message told me where to look—my shoes were in Sammy's room. I looked in my brother's room, and they were there!

It was a neat experience because nothing like that had happened to me before. Now I know that when you pray about anything, you'll always get an answer. And now you know, too!

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July 20, 1998
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