One day while I was on our school playground, I was on the parallel bars and I slipped and fell off. I started screaming, and believe it or not, only my best friend (who was right beside me) heard me. She called our assistant teacher. We talked about God and how He could never let me fall out of His arms—but if I did, I would fall into His lap!
I go to a private school for children from Christian Scientist families, and my dad works there. So we went to the secretary's office and called my dad. By the end of the day I had forgotten about the incident and was back on the parallel bars. I am very grateful for my best friend, my assistant teacher, and God, who has never let me fall out of His arms.
Chesterfield, Missouri
