For Kids December 3, 2018 Issue

Always in God’s care

Caryl Grosch

My best friend Nancy and I loved to climb trees. There was a special tree at her house that we liked the best. It was a weeping willow with lots of graceful branches. We’d pretend we were climbing as high as the clouds.

One day while I was climbing the willow tree, the branch I was holding on to broke. I fell to the ground and landed on my back. It knocked the breath out of me. Nancy’s mom was watching us from the kitchen window, so she saw what happened and came running out. She gave me a hard pat on the back, and I started to breathe again. She wanted to call a doctor, but I asked her if she could first call my mom. I knew my mom would help me remember some of the things from my Christian Science Sunday School class, where I was learning all about God’s care for me.

When I got home, Mom took me to my room and got me comfortable. She reminded me that “God is love” (I John 4:8). Love was caring for me. Love had always kept me safe.

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