Category: Illustrated Scripture

August 15, 2018 0 Comments

“Helen is always ready to help out, she is such a blessing to us,” Myra Smith raved to her Aunt Betty. They were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee after breakfast. It was the first time Aunt Betty had been able to visit in over a decade. Myra Smith went on to relate how Helen always expressed willingness to do every any task even if she was very busy.

“And Mary,” Aunt Betty inquired. “I’m sure she also helps you out. I remember she was quick the active worker when I was here before.”

Myra’s face clouded. “She was,” Myra said taking another sip of coffee. “She has taken that energy to school now. She rarely has time to help the family out. She is a good student though. Her father takes great pride in that. He recently got promoted at work, did I tell you about that? It is quite a good position.”

March 21, 2018 0 Comments

Ben shivered as he gazed into the forest. It was dark. The trees seemed to grow in a tangled mess over each other. Now and then a ray of sunshine slipped between the leaves.

“Come on,” Jed yelled, motioning to him. He stood on a fallen tree, ten feet into the forest. “What are you waiting for?”

March 7, 2018 0 Comments

“Tomorrow’s the big day, tomorrow, tomorrow,” sang Jenny bouncing up and down on the couch.

“We know already,” Jack said, from the other end of the couch where he was playing a game on his phone. “Can’t you stop moving? You’ll make me lose my game.”

February 28, 2018 0 Comments

“Have I ever told you the story of Sammy Patterson?” Grandpa Joe asked, leaning back in his chair. Everyone settled down and got comfortable. Whenever Grandpa Joe started out with “Have I ever told you the story…” it was bound to be interesting. “It was the summer I turned fourteen,” Grandpa said, closing his eyes and reliving the past…

…The Pattersons moved into the Charles’ old home. Mr. Patterson worked at the grain elevator, Mrs. Patterson got involved with various societies at the church, but it was Sammy who caused the family to get noticed. He was a lanky lad with sandy-blonde hair and a face full of freckles with a mischievous smile plastered on it.

Well, one day, Jane Potter and I were biking when a bang startled us and a fireball whizzed in front of us. Jane swerved, running into me. We both tumbled into the ditch on the side of the road.