Article September 26, 2005 Issue

Things you've shared

with contributions from Claire Fuller, Clara Lowenberg, Riley, Emmett Small, Amy, Brian Ransom, Aubree, Lauren Mades, Mariah, Sophia Rappazzo, Oluwatobi Oyeyipo

One day I was kicking my big yellow dinosaur ball onto the roof of my house. I was having a fun time—until the ball didn't come back down off the roof. I looked in the garage. It wasn't there. I looked under the cars. It wasn't there. And then I climbed a tall tree to see the top of the roof, and it wasn't there either.

Suddenly, I realized I was climbing in my sandals. Uh oh! My sandals and my feet were stuck in the tree. But I didn't panic. I listened to God. God told me I can never get stuck. I got my feet free. Then I got stuck again. But God gave me another idea. First, take off my sandals. Then I would get safetly down. And that's what I did.

Later, my mom told me that in the Bible "feet" often symbolize understanding. And understanding God gives us freedom.

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