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I knew I was in God's arms

My name is Olivia. I like to rollerblade after school. One day, when I was in third grade, I was racing by myself. I saw the end of the sidewalk coming, and I felt myself getting a little unbalanced. Then my foot slipped forward and I fell. I scraped my leg on the cement.
The moment I fell, I said to myself: “God is in control. God is Mind, so I can never slip into error. God catches me in His arms.” Then I thought about how God’s kingdom is all around. I think it is like a giant pillow. So if I fall, I can only fall onto a soft pillow.
Then I got up and went inside my house to tell my mom. I told my mom that when I fell down and said those things to myself, it didn’t hurt because I knew I was in God’s arms. The scratches never hurt and were healed in about two days. I am grateful that God is always there to catch me.
About the author
Olivia is in fourth grade now. She lives in Illinois and likes to play outdoors, climb trees, and play with friends.

June 9, 2014 issue
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Letters
Mary Nummelin, George S. Birdsong, Jr.
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How can communities recover from violence?
G. Jeffrey MacDonald
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Spiritual perspective on the World Cup
Kim Shippey
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One God unifies and heals
Diane Mueller Hoisel Wanger
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Help when you need it
George Zucker
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Almost lost—but found—at sea
Seaward Grant with contributions from Ballan Keen
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The garden of His planting
Fenella Bennetts
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Finding true security
Steve Warren
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A student of Christianity
Vicki Turpen
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Where is God?
Evangeline
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I knew I was in God's arms
Olivia
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'My breath returned to me'
Geoffrey D. Hill
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Emergency responders, armed with prayer
Lauren Blake Crandall
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True identity found
Sharon Leman
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Steady prayer, progress, and healing
Suzanne Goewert
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What's so fascinating?
The Editors