by Marcia Sanders David raced home and began to clean his room. An hour later, it looked like a different place. All books, games, and…

by Marcia Sanders “Hey, David! You need to put the sports equipment away!” Peter yelled. “Oh, and don’t forget to clean each piece before you…

by Marcia Sanders So, what are you doing this weekend?” Jason asked David as they headed down the sidewalk toward home. “I’m supposed to go…

by Marcia Sanders David listened to the cheers of his teammates and the crowds in the stands as he pushed himself to run his fastest…

by Marcia Sanders   “Hey, Papa!” David exclaimed. “I didn’t know that you and Nana were coming today. Wanna go fishing?” “Sure.” Papa smiled. “Let’s…

“Say, Dad, who’s your favorite prophet?” David asked. “Whoa there! Where did that come from?” Dad responded. “My favorite prophet?” “Yeah. I know which one…

David trudged down the long driveway, dragging his feet in the dirt. Skippy looked at him, as if to ask what was wrong. When David…

“Why so glum, David?” Papa asked. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.” “Ahhh . . . it sounds…

“Dad, I’m really going to miss visiting Nana Jean and looking through her picture albums with her,” David said sadly. “She visited so many interesting…