truth shall make you free.’” John 8:31, 32. (NKJV).
“I don’t believe you.” Jake’s lips twisted, corners curled down.
“It’s the truth.” Timmy crossed his arms. “The water’s swift after the rains. The canoe'll tip, swamp.”
Hands under his armpits, Jake flapped his arms. “Squawk, Squawk.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Prove it.”
Timmy shoved off. “You steer with your paddle until we get out in the current--” Jake dropped his paddle, grabbed the gunnels.
“I’m out of here.” Eyes wide, he jumped into the water. The canoe rocked but didn’t swamp. Almost to the bank, Jake yelled. “Help. My foot’s caught.” Timmy steered the canoe back to the landing.
“Going for help, Jake. Hang on to the tree limb.”
“I don’t believe you.” Jake’s lips twisted, corners curled down.
“It’s the truth.” Timmy crossed his arms. “The water’s swift after the rains. The canoe'll tip, swamp.”
Hands under his armpits, Jake flapped his arms. “Squawk, Squawk.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Prove it.”
Timmy shoved off. “You steer with your paddle until we get out in the current--” Jake dropped his paddle, grabbed the gunnels.
“I’m out of here.” Eyes wide, he jumped into the water. The canoe rocked but didn’t swamp. Almost to the bank, Jake yelled. “Help. My foot’s caught.” Timmy steered the canoe back to the landing.
“Going for help, Jake. Hang on to the tree limb.”
Timmy led the way to the stream, Grandfather following.
“Okay, Jake, I need you to stop thrashing. Know you’re cold. We’re gonna get you out.” Grandfather’s voice soothed Jake. “Hang on to this rope.” Grandfather clipped and cut the web of roots, pulled Jake free. He fell into Grandfather’s arms.
“Th-ank y-you,” Jake said, teeth chattering. “This blanket feels good.” Grandfather pulled the blanket tighter. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling.”
“Glad you weren’t hurt, Jake. Why’d you do this?”
“I wanted to prove I wasn’t scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared. It’s what we do with our fear that counts. Ask for help or chase away our friends. If we call out to the Lord Jesus, He comes, shows us the truth, sets us free.”
“He’ll do that for me?” Grandfather nodded.
“Okay, Jake, I need you to stop thrashing. Know you’re cold. We’re gonna get you out.” Grandfather’s voice soothed Jake. “Hang on to this rope.” Grandfather clipped and cut the web of roots, pulled Jake free. He fell into Grandfather’s arms.
“Th-ank y-you,” Jake said, teeth chattering. “This blanket feels good.” Grandfather pulled the blanket tighter. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling.”
“Glad you weren’t hurt, Jake. Why’d you do this?”
“I wanted to prove I wasn’t scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared. It’s what we do with our fear that counts. Ask for help or chase away our friends. If we call out to the Lord Jesus, He comes, shows us the truth, sets us free.”
“He’ll do that for me?” Grandfather nodded.
“All you have to do is ask Him.”
“Will you help me?” Grandfather smiled, put his arm around Jake, bowed his head.
"Heavenly Father, I come to You in the Name of Jesus with my friend, Jake. He wants You--"
Kingdom Thinking. How will I know the truth, not be deceived? The Lord Jesus who Is truth promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me with everlasting love. He offers the same to you. What about you? Do you need to be rescued?
Kingdom Thinking. How will I know the truth, not be deceived? The Lord Jesus who Is truth promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me with everlasting love. He offers the same to you. What about you? Do you need to be rescued?