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With All Her Heart, a short story...

12/31/2013

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It was Christmas Eve and thirteen year old Sarah was sitting at the window looking gloomily at the snowflakes falling outside in the sunset. Behind her, the Christmas tree was dazzling with lights and her older brother and sister were finishing the decorating.  That was why she was so unhappy, her brother and sister. She loved them, most definitely, but she was tired of what they were doing. They quarreled, and not just some of the time, all the time. Sarah wished that she could help them, but she wasn't sure how. She wished she could bring peace to her whole family, but wasn't sure how to do that either.  She finally decided she couldn't stand it anymore. "I'd like to go for a walk, Mama; would that be okay with you?"

"Of course, Sarah. Please don't stay out too late okay?"

        " Yes Mama; thanks." She slipped on her coat and headed out the door breathing a sigh of relief as she did so. "It's awful to be glad that I'm out of there. I wonder what tomorrow will be like. Maybe I'll go over to the Christmas Eve service." Sarah thought as she wandered along. Soon she reached the church that she and her family attended on Sundays. Music floated out as she slipped in the door and took a seat in the back.

As she did so, the choir finished singing and the pastor came to the front. "I'm going to read from Hebrews today, and even though you may think it strange I think that it will be fitting for what I have to say." Then he began to read. "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God."  There was a moment of silence and then he spoke again, "Jesus is the founder and perfecter of our faith, and with that faith we are to lay aside everything and run the race he has set before us. Look to Jesus, the only really reliable example that there is when you think about it. He endured all the pain, all the shame, and all the hardship that was set before him, and is now seated at the right hand of the throne of God. The same goes for us too, despite all the trials and hardships in life, be joyful and endurant and then, if our faith is truly real, we will go to live in heaven with God forever!"  

         Sarah sat transfixed as she had never heard the Christmas story in this way this before.

         The pastor was speaking again and his voice brought her back to the present. "This is why Jesus was born, this is why God sent his son to take away all our sin, so that we could be close to him once more! He loves us so much that even though we did not listen to him in the garden of Eden he already had a plan and was willing to send his son, his only son, to take away forever all the sin of the world! Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we celebrate on Christmas Day; this is what we are celebrating all the time!"

          As the pastor closed in prayer, Sarah slipped out of the church and went a few steps down the road. Then she stopped and knelt on the side.  "Lord Jesus," she whispered "I am a wretched sinner and am in dire need of a savior. Thank you for the wonderful gift that you offer to all who choose to accept it. Please give me your gift of life forever with you, and thank you so much for bringing me here so that I could hear the message  of your eternal life." A sudden thought sprang into her head, "Please allow me to be able to share this message with someone else who hasn't heard it before. Thank you, thank you, thank you, in your name I pray Amen."  There were tears in her eyes as she rose and started for home, tears of gladness and peace and thankfulness that she had never experienced before. 

As Sarah stepped in the door of their house something seemed different, then it came to her, it was quiet! Wondering, she went upstairs to the bedroom that she shared with her older sister, Faith. She opened the door and then closed it behind her, Faith was sitting on the bed crying. "Why, whatever is the matter, Faith?" Sarah asked in surprise. 

          "Oh Sarah, I've been simply awful to Mark. I'm sure he won't ever forgive me for being so horrible, Oh Sarah, it doesn't seem like Christmas Eve at all." Faith broke down and cried bitterly. 

Sarah sat down on the bed next to her and spoke gently but excitedly.  "I went to the Christmas Eve service this evening and was really blessed by the message." She launched into a full account of the sermon, how amazing the news was, and how she had asked Jesus into her heart. When she had finished Faith was silent for a minute, then she said brokenly, 

"I'm sorry Sarah, I've been a bad sister to you too, please forgive me."  

"Of course I will!"  

"And would you please pray with me, Sarah? I want to ask Jesus into my heart too." Faith turned toward her pleadingly.

"I'd love to," Sarah said, giving her a hug.

        When Sarah left the room a little while later her heart was singing and there was a smile on her face, "Thank you Jesus for the opportunity to share" she prayed quietly as she went downstairs. When she reached the kitchen she found Mark, her older brother, sitting at the table with his head in his hands. 

"What's wrong Mark?" She asked. 

"I've been awful to Faith lately, Sarah," he replied looking up. "Do you think you could help me?" 

"Gladly." Sarah smiled as she sat down at the table and prepared, for the second time, to share about God's wonderful gift of salvation to us. This was how she could bring peace to her family, and with God's help she would do it with all her heart.

Written by Bethany who is twelve years old and a follower of Jesus, the King of Kings. She is part of a family of seven and is homeschooled along with her other siblings. She is the second oldest with two brothers and two sisters. Some of the things she enjoys doing include singing gospel and classical music, playing her recorder, knitting, crocheting, mending and sewing small things, swimming, writing stories, playing with her brothers and sisters and spending time with her family. 

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One Christmas Day, a short story

12/30/2013

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"Wake up everybody! It's Christmas!" Four year old Peter was waking everyone up on Christmas morning by yelling enthusiastically at the top of his voice. 
 

"Don't yell in the house, Peter, it will wake up baby Patsy," scolded ten year old Olivia. 

"Too late, she’s already awake," noted fifteen year old Katie, hearing the baby crying and their mother, Elise, comforting her. 

"Well, since we are all up, we should do the morning chores now before breakfast," their father William declared.

"Could we open some presents before we do the chores? Please?" pleaded Sunny, who was one of the eight year old twins. 

"No, we'll open them later."

William Smith lived with his family outside of Flagstaff, Arizona, and worked for Babbitt Ranches. It was Christmas Day, 1925, and the past year had been quite eventful on the ranch because of an outbreak of Scab among the cattle. The treatment had involved dipping the cattle in a medicated bath. Now that the trouble was past, it was back to the regular chores which included feeding their animals, milking the cow, collecting the eggs and cleaning out the stalls. They also had to shovel the snow that had accumulated in abundance the night before.

  "I wish we didn't have to do chores on Christmas," Olivia groaned, going into her room to get dressed. 

"Well, I for one, don't think it would be very Christ-like if we didn't feed the animals on Christmas Day," remarked thirteen year old Timothy, going downstairs to get his coat and start shoveling the snow. With that thought in mind, all the children did their chores cheerfully and willingly. 

When the chores were finished and the family had enjoyed a deliciously satisfying breakfast, they all went into the living room. Before they opened any presents, they read and discussed the Christmas story from Luke 2 and prayed together. Finally, they opened the gifts, which was a huge relief to Eddie and Peter, who had feared that they would have to wait until after lunch to open them. 

Once everything under the Christmas tree had been unwrapped, William said, 
 "I have a surprise for all of you children, including Patsy, and I need you to shut your eyes and not peek until I tell you that you can open them." 

The children tightly shut their eyes and heard their father open and shut the door.

"What is Papa doing?" wondered Joy upon hearing the door shut.

"You’ll soon find that out," Elise promised them. 

Presently they heard the squeak of the door again and the whimper of an animal.
 "You can open your eyes now," William said. When they did so, they saw their father holding a squirming, fuzzy, yellow lab puppy! 

"Ooh, a puppy!" they all exclaimed with delight. 

"Is it for us?" Peter asked soberly. 

"Yes, it is for you," William said. "Mr. Bradley at the ranch found it and suggested that I give it to you as a Christmas present." 

"Oh, do tell Mr. Bradley that we said to thank him," said Sunny sincerely. 

"What are we going to name it?" asked Timothy, as the puppy ran all over the room. 

"How about Frisker?" suggested Katie. 

"That's a good name," agreed Olivia. 

"Frisker is his name," Eddie solemnly declared. 
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Katie and Olivia prepared a light lunch that the family enjoyed before a relaxing afternoon spent amusing themselves quietly. Timothy worked a puzzle while Katie, Olivia, and the twins were knitting scarves for the ranch hands. Eddie and Peter crafted a road for their cars out of blocks which Frisker sniffed suspiciously. Deciding that the blocks were not going to harm him, he curled up in front of the fire.  William read aloud from Rudyard Kipling’s Just-So Stories and Elise carefully stitched on a new dress for  Baby Patsy who was upstairs taking a nap. 

William paused in his reading to add some wood to the fire and noticed that he had just used the last piece of wood from the woodbox.

"Timothy, would you please go get some more wood from the pile outside?" he asked. 

"Yes, Sir. I'll do that," Timothy replied as he rose and walked toward the door. When Frisker heard Timothy open the door to go outside, he jumped up to follow. As soon as Frisker saw the open door he quickly dashed out, being curious and wanting to know what was beyond the door. 

"Frisker! Come back here!" Timothy commanded, running after him and forgetting to shut the door. Suddenly, Timothy froze in his tracks and stared in astonishment. 

"Pa, come look," he called softly, picking up the puppy and going back to the door. 

"What is it?" William asked, heading toward the door. 

"It's deer!" squealed Sunny, who had gotten to the door first. 

"A whole herd of deer," observed Elise. 

"They look awfully thin and hungry," said Peter with pity in his voice. 

"Why don't we give them the extra horse feed we have," Eddie suggested. 

"That's a great idea, Eddie. Let's go get that feed," William said, getting his boots and coat and heading toward the barn. Everyone else eagerly followed.  

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"Papa?" 

"Yes Eddie?" William was saying goodnight to the boys after they had finished dinner and Bible time. 

"Papa, tonight at Bible time you had read something about Jesus being the savior of the world, didn't you?" 

"Yes, I read John 3:16, 'For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.' We discussed how Jesus came to give life to the world and to take the punishment that we deserved which is death. Is that what you remember?" 

"Yes, and I was also thinking that we were like Jesus today." 

"How so?" 

"Well, we were a savior to the deer from hunger, just like Jesus is our savior from death, isn't that right Papa?" 

"Yes, you are right Eddie," William answered. "You are right."

Note:
Babbitt Ranches is a ranch in Northern Arizona. In 1925 there was a disease called Scab detected among the cattle. Dipping vats were built in various locations, and a total of 27,000 heads of cattle needed to be dipped in a medicated bath. 

Written by Paisley who is fourteen years old and loves the Lord Jesus. She is schooled at home along with her four younger brothers and sisters. Some of the things she enjoys doing include cooking food for her family, knitting little things for friends, reading, writing, playing celtic and classical music on her violin, and spending time and playing with her family.
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