I ran into my room and lay on my bed, and prayed very earnestly. "O God, please don't let Mommy die!" Then I thought how big God was, that He could do anything. "Please put Your hand over my mom and protect her," I prayed.

Mark decided to begin sneaking around at night. No matter how silently he moved in the daylight, someone could still see him. He could be a better sneak in the dark.... He didn't think that God, who records everything we think and do, was watching him.

Do you know that there is a time to cry? I'm not talking about crying about your blocks falling over. You aren't a baby anymore. But we all need to be like babies in one way. We need to realize when we need help.