DAVID WENT with Daddy up the mountain see how their cabin was. On the way a storm came up and they had to climb the strongest tree they could find. The storm kept on, and it was cold, and dark, and hard sitting in the tree. David’s hands ached from holding on to the branches. David’s father tried to comfort him.
“We are not alone, for ‘underneath are the everlasting arms.’ God never leaves us. Even though we are lost in flood waters, He is here, and we should be resting in His everlasting arms! You know that, don’t you, David?” asked his father.
“Yes,” answered David, “I am not afraid like I was.”
“We must not fall asleep,” said the father. “Let’s say the twenty-third Psalm together.” After that he said, “Let’s play a Bible game,” as the storm continued. “See if we can think of a verse for each letter of the alphabet,” said David.
“Blessed are the pure in heart,” said Daddy.
They got quite far into the alphabet when David said, “Will it soon be morning? This seat is so hard and slippery and I’m cold.”
“Morning will surely come,” said Daddy. Meanwhile they tried to think of more verses until they reached the letter “U.” Finally morning did come. The storm stopped also, so they made for the road. Just then a truck came by and picked them up.
“I wasn’t afraid,” David told his mother when he arrived home. “Father told me a verse that said, ‘Underneath are the everlasting arms’ of God holding us. Oh, Mother! we couldn’t think of a ‘U’ verse, and there it is: ‘Underneath are the everlasting arms.’”
“It is a grand verse, isn’t it,” said Mother, and David quickly agreed.
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