I climbed back up on the monkey bars

I was in Dallas last summer visiting my best friend, Anna. It was her little brother's birthday. I fell off the monkey bars and landed on my arm. I couldn't move it, and it looked funny.

Mommy picked me up, and we sat down and prayed together. She talked to me about a story called "The House with the Colored Windows." In the story, a white horse looked blue through a blue window, and red through a red window. But the horse was never anything but white. Mommy told me that that's how I was—that all of me, including my arm, was perfect, even if it looked broken or out of joint at the moment.

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