Article October 13, 2014 Issue

My healing on cookie delivery day

by Caitlin, fifth grade, California

My name is Caitlin, and I am in the fifth grade. One day, when I was seven, I was in my room when my sister called me and said, “We are going to pass out the Girl Scout cookies we sold.”

I told her I was coming, and I opened my door and closed it behind me. My fingers were smashed near the hinges of the door. I pushed open the door and got my fingers out. I fell to the floor crying.

I prayed about my hurt fingers. My sister came to check on me. She told me some “God thoughts”—truths about God—and then she helped me up, and we went downstairs to see my mom. I showed her my fingers, and I looked at them for the first time. They didn’t look good, and I couldn’t move them. The fingers had started to bruise.

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