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My healing on cookie delivery day
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.
About the author
Caitlin enjoys playing sports, doing gymnastics, and playing piano.

October 13, 2014 issue
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Letters
RKC, Brian Pettersen, Jan DeLacy
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To be an effective healer
Michelle Nanouche
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Offering love’s cup freely
Patricia Hardee
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Paul’s recipe for joy
Sara Fletcher
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Love’s promise
Sally House Heinsohn
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The night is far spent
Photograph by Steve Ryf
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The ‘living sacrifice’ of love
Mary Trammell
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The most important decision of my life
Anne Stearns Condon
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My healing on cookie delivery day
by Caitlin, fifth grade, California
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A perfect reflection
Marilynn Simonsen
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Gum and jaw trouble healed
Cindy Roemer
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Peace came on a ‘Gabriel’ day
Alexandra Hawley
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The worship that brings healing
Sue A. Spotts