Rosie felt a small smile creep onto her face. Maybe this would be fun after all! She quickly picked up a jar and looked at its dusty bottom. "And we must remember," she said, as most grown-up as she could, "that the king doesn't like one speck of dirt!"

Years ago men rushed, at the risk of their lives, to the gold fields.... We should lay hold upon all instruction that leads to the knowledge of God with that hunger of soul, with that eagerness... of which men lay hold upon that which leads them to the possession of gold.

As Daniel watched her turn sadly away, his memory verse came back to mind.... If Rosie had the new pole, he thought, I would want her to share with me. Daniel looked at his little fish and bit the corner of his lip. Jesus would want me to share.

Love "endureth all things." What?... Does God really have grace for me to love my little sister who cut two big holes in a cross-stitch that took two years to complete?!... If He loved [the Jews who crucified Him], can not I find grace in my heart to love her?