Lost and Found

One time we were at the beach, at the coast, and I was following my dad on a trail. It was a big sand trail and my dad and his brother Paul were biking. I was behind them on a bike, and the trail meandered around. So they circled around and then I was back behind them. And they went faster and I was trying to follow them. They took a short cut in the woods, and I went after them. They were going so fast that I thought, “They know how to ride motorcycles!” Then I turned around on the short cut to go back to my mom. But the short cut was very long and I couldn’t see to the end of the trail. I started to scream for my family, so they could hear me. There were so many tree roots and sand that I couldn’t ride, so I ran beside my bike. I started screaming and crying because I felt lost. I didn’t know where my family was. I was running and running. Then I heard Nana’s voice through the trees. At last I found her and my Dad picked me up. I had a lot of blood in my nose and it came out on his shirt. Then we went down to the beach and I was safe! God helped me be lost and found again.

—Judah, almost 5