Letters July 12, 1999 Issue

Dear Sentinel

Becki Petersen

Once when I was seven and my older brother Ben was nine, we were going to meet one of his friends around the corner from our home. We stopped at the agreed meeting place, which was a stump, but when Ben couldn't see his friend coming, he decided to go to the next corner to look. I waited at the stump in case his friend came another way. Before long, Ben was out of view. He was gone five minutes when I began to wonder where he was. I figured he was just around the corner and would be back soon, but after another five minutes, I decided to go look for him.

When I reached the corner, Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen.

At first I panicked, thinking up all kinds of things that could have happened to Ben and wondering what I was supposed to do. Then I began to calm down and remembered what one of my Sunday School teachers had said, that nothing can be lost from God, because God is everywhere and can see everything that happens. I knew that God wouldn't have let Ben disappear for no reason, because Ben is one of His sons. Then I asked God to keep Ben safe wherever he was. I decided if God was everywhere, then there's no room for error to come into our minds. All this time I had been slowly walking back to the stump. I was almost there when Ben appeared, and as it turns out, he had only walked around the block.

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