Two summers ago Dad, my brother, and I went to Washington to see Dad's parents. When we got there, I asked Dad if I could go see my uncle who was working in the woods. Dad said OK, and I raced out there and stepped in a hornets' nest. I got stung three times in the chest and ran to my dad. But I knew that God is Love, and since I was God's child, He would take care of me.
My dad said we would have to go to the doctor to make sure that it would not get infected, or Grandma would give me a shot. So I chose the doctor because going there would give me more time to pray. When we got there, the doctor said that there was nothing he could do, so I just kept praying.
Later, I called my mom. We talked about hornets and how they are included in God's perfect creation. Because of this, they could not do anything to hurt me or to scare me.
