Walking with God

About two years ago I was playing at my friend’s house in the woods. We were building bridges across the swamp in the woods behind his house with logs, sticks, rocks, and anything else we could find. When we were done with that, we walked back to his house. 

I didn’t know at this point that there was an overturned outdoor wooden table with the legs popped off and the nails sticking upward. This was all out of sight under the leaves. I stepped on one of these nails and thought it had just gone through my shoe, but when I lifted up my foot, there was a lot of blood on the table. Once I saw the blood, my foot started hurting and I screamed. 

I limped up to my friend’s house and screamed louder so my friend’s dad would hear me and come help. He ran over to see what was wrong. Then he ran inside to grab some water to wash off my foot. While this was happening, I was thinking, “I’m fine, I’m perfect. I’m always perfect, like God, in every way.” 

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