I love the book of Psalms so much, Though I cannot say why, It tells of wide green pastures Where the Lord makes me to lie, I’ll try never to sit in the seat, With the mockers who blow off like chaff, I know your word is a lamp to my feet, And also a …
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Complete this crossword puzzle using only books of the Bible.
The only label that matters to God is “my beloved child.” A devotion written by kids like you!
Clubhouse readers sent in 1,200 entries this year. We could only fit a few in the magazine, but here are more amazing stories and drawings from kids like you! God’s Wonderful Animals Marie, 9, from Ohio I Am From Natalia, 13, from Manitoba Let’s Go! Kalyn, 15, from California Billy Bob Saves the Day Kaelyn, …
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It was Saturday afternoon, and I was bored. Hmmm, I thought, I wonder how long I can hold my breath. Before long, I started wheezing. Mom popped her head into my room and asked, “Tori, are you OK?” “Yeah, Mom, sorry. Just seeing how long I could hold my breath,” I replied. “Well, maybe don’t,” …
The phone rang. “Caw, caw. Who caws the crow?” I answered. (It was Bird Day, celebrated by me.) “I don’t get it,” said a girl’s voice. It sounded like Kelly. “You know, because ‘caw’ sounds like ‘call,’” I explained. I hate having to explain my jokes. It happens all the time. “What do you want, …
“Who?” Olivia asked. “Do you see the small W’s in the sand?” I said. “Those are seagull tracks. A bird must have landed here and eaten your lunch while you were in the restroom. That’s why there are crumbs all over the sand.” “See, I told you.” Jay smirked. “I’m sorry, Jay,” Olivia said. She …
It was a nippy night in Boston of 1773. I had just left the Dartmouth because the number of pesky mice to chase around the ship had decreased dramatically. Being a cunning cat, I convinced the other felines to join me on the wharf. Pardon me; did I forget to introduce myself? Well, how forgetful …
Bright morning sunlight lanced gracefully into the forest. In his hole halfway up a great hemlock, Amison awakened. Hopping out, he blinked in the early sunlight. The downy woodpecker smiled. After a long, cold winter, spring had finally arrived. He fluffed his black-and-white plumage. The red spot on the back of his head glistened brightly. …
“Come on,” Olivia said, “it will be fun.” “I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t think I can do it.” “Please,” Olivia pleaded. “It’s not hard, we can practice first. Plus, Connie will be our coach.” I couldn’t figure out what was so great about soccer. Then again, there’s a first time for everything, so …
There is always part of a story, That is waiting to be told. And inside my head, Scenes constantly unfold. Sometimes it never stops, That story inside my head. It seems my train of thought, Works overtime in bed. When I try to go back to sleep, To return to my peaceful slumber, The stories’ …
Are you a good friend? Answer truthfully—don’t just pick the one you know is right. I let my friend talk without interrupting. True False
A good detective keeps her eyes open. Every detail is important when investigating a mystery. This year, the Odyssey library was holding an art show. I strolled past the tables, admiring the pictures and sculptures. Suddenly, Tori ran up to me. “Emily!” she cried. “I need your help!” “What happened?” I asked. “My painting won …
A good detective calculates carefully. It was a hot summer day in Odyssey. Matthew’s sister Camilla had set up a lemonade stand on their front lawn, with the money going to an orphanage. My sidekick and I had just arrived when Camilla came out of the house, holding a pitcher of lemonade. Surprisingly, she looked …
With the recipe in hand, we walked outside to examine the lemonade. “What happened?!” Camilla asked eagerly. “You miscalculated the amount of lemonade the recipe would make,” Matthew answered. “Yes,” I told her. “You added all of the ingredients together, which is not the correct way to calculate how much lemonade a recipe makes. Adding …
“Jay could have smudged the table,” I told Tori, “but that wouldn’t explain the paper towels. However, Olivia did say she spilled water. She probably used the towels to mop it up.” Tori’s eyes went wide. “And she was painting a house with blue paint,” I continued. “She probably left the smudge.” We found Olivia …
Benjamin Booming lived in Madison, Wisconsin, in a little subdivision called Bitter Creek. When he was just five months old, his parents could hear him playing Ode to Joy on his baby piano and singing in perfect pitch over the baby monitor. By age 2, he knew all the church hymns by heart. He got …
