Saturday, July 20, 2019

The Best Days





The Best Days
by 
Gracelyn Beaulieu (age 16)


I remember many events in my life, but I would like to tell you two of the biggest, and I believe most important, days of my life.

Until I was about four years old, my family and I went to a Nazarene church. Because of some changes in the church, Dad and Mom decided to look for a new church to attend. At a young age, I did not know why we were leaving and really did not care, since I did not understand. Looking back, I realize why we left is because of the faithful prayers of my grandparents and their pastor and his wife. My grandparents had prayed for years that Dad and Mom would decide to go to their church. I am so grateful!

I do not know which church we were going to at the time, but when I was four years old, I thought I trusted Christ as my Saviour. I remember watching a movie about Jesus dying on the cross and I became very sad. I wanted to accept Him into my life.

After visiting a few different churches, we visited Church Hill Baptist Church in July, where my grandparents attended. I remember walking in with my parents and sister. Pastor Wiley came up to greet us at the door and his two daughters hid behind his legs. Soon they appeared and we became good friends.

My parents and sister got baptized that autumn. My parents asked me if I wanted to be
baptized too, but I said I did not want to because I was scared. That was not true. My brother told me I was probably too young to be baptized, but I knew the true reason. In November of that year, the same day they were baptized, we became members of Church Hill Baptist Church. I will never forget that day.

When I was five years old, I was battling if I was truly saved or not. Yes, I knew I needed to trust Christ at four, but did I really know what it meant? I meditated on it for a couple of years. I did not want to talk about it to anyone. Dad would help me with my Sunday school papers often and would talk to me about it. He told me he did not want to see me turn out to be like the people he witnessed to. A few times I told myself and the Lord that I would get saved at this certain day, but I was not ready yet. I never wanted to admit that I knew I was not saved.

On April 12, 2011, when I was eight years old, I became God’s child. I was lying in bed at night and could not go to sleep. I was worried about where I would go when I died and knew I needed to get saved. I knew I was lost and on my way to Hell. Jesus died for our sins so we could trust Him and live with Him forever someday. I was rejecting the truth. God’s Word says in Romans 10:13, “For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” I got up and told Mom. She came in my room and I prayed. What joy and relief to know that I did what was right- to know that I was headed to Heaven with my family! Dad was gone to a men’s Bible study, but when he got back, I told him. I told my sister, too. They were so happy. I got saved at 8:10 on a Tuesday night.

On April 17, 2011, I was baptized. I knew that I was saved and wanted to get baptized
immediately. You don’t have to be baptized to go to Heaven. God only says we must be saved- to believe in Him. But baptism is an act of obedience. Being baptized shows other people you were saved. God commands us in His Word that after we are saved, we need to tell others. Share the news of salvation! At our church, one must be saved and Scripturally baptized before they can become a
member.

I love my church family; I am right at home. I have learned many things at my church that I know I would not have learned at the Nazarene church. Pastor Wiley gives us youth many opportunities to serve. I am very thankful to God that He brought us here and that Dad and Mom obeyed His will. I am so blessed to be a member of Church Hill Baptist Church. I would like to invite you to come visit our church, especially if you are searching for a Bible-believing church. At Church Hill, visitors will find that they are welcomed.


(Assignment for Lesson #14 - Memories)

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Saturday, June 15, 2019

The Funny Boy


The Funny Boy
by
Gracelyn Beaulieu

Once upon a time there was a boy named Clyde. He thought of some funny things and did some funny things. Often, he would come up with jokes. His hobby was to make people laugh. Sometimes, he would not even do it on purpose. While playing outside games he would fall so often in such funny ways. Even he would laugh.
One day his mom was reading to him and his twin sister, Cassidy, when he discovered something. He and his sister were sitting on the living room rug, listening to their mom read about the Civil War. He lay down on the rug and started laughing. Of course, his sister wanted to know what was so funny.
“Why are you laughing?” said Cassidy.
“Children, are you listening? Listen to the lesson,” said their mom.
Clyde kept covering his mouth to not laugh out loud, but then he just burst out laughing.
“What is so funny, Clyde?” said their mom.
Cassidy was thinking, Finally I get to know what is so funny!
Clyde said, “Have you ever seen someone talking while looking at them upside down? Mom looked so funny while she was reading to us. Lie down, and look at Mom while she reads, Cassidy.”
Soon both children were laughing so hard that their mother thought they did not get anything out of the lesson. It looked completely backwards, like she was talking upside down. It is one of the things that just tickles someone’s funny bone and you can’t help but laugh.
(Assignment for Lesson #13 - Silly Stories)


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Saturday, May 4, 2019

A Brave Soldier





A Brave Soldier
by
Gracelyn Beaulieu (age 16)

Once upon a time there was a World War II soldier named Richard Beaulieu*.  He grew up in Maine in a large family with eleven siblings.  At the age of eighteen, he enlisted in the United States Army.  He only enlisted because he knew he should serve his country.  Richard was sad though; he knew he would be leaving the people he loved, freedom, and just the comforts of home.  Although he did not want to think of this question, he did wonder if he would ever come back.  
Richard had a sister named Gabrielle who had married his best friend, James.  Richard knew James growing up, since they went to school together.  James moved to Germany and became a German citizen after he and his wife were married.  He decided to enlist in the army as well.  There was one problem: James and Richard were going to fight on opposite sides as enemies!
With a heavy heart, Richard left his home to dutifully serve his country.  After training, Richard went over on a ship to Germany.  On the ship, the soldiers learned that the war was over.  When Richard found out he was not going to literally fight, he was so happy.  Even the captain of the ship yelled, “Praise the Lord!”.  He would not have to fight against his best friend and brother-in-law.  Richard went to France, England, and Germany.  His job was to find injured people, bury the dead, and help the cities get back in order again. 
After being in France for a few weeks, he received a letter from a German soldier who was a friend of James saying that James had not been seen since the soldiers’ camp one week ago.  Richard had hope he would be found.  Having that hope, he joined up with a group on horseback looking for James.  Growing up, Richard often wondered how people could just be lost.  Obviously, someone had to see him and maybe even be with him.
On the Wednesday of the second week that James had been lost, Richard separated from the group.  Going through some woods, he saw some horse prints in the dirt.  He decided to get off his horse so he could examine them. They looked fresh!  As he kept walking, he heard some rustling.  Quickly he called, “James!”.  Then all the sudden he saw a shadow, and someone walked around the tree.  Richard’s feet could not move as he watched the German soldier coming closer and closer. 
What a surprise!
After Richard recovered from his surprise he said, “James!  What happened?  Where have you been?  I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you!”  He ran to James and gave him a manly hug.
James replied, “Calm down! I am still alive.”
Then, realizing that James looked pale and hungry, Richard asked, “When did you last eat? Here is some bread from my sack.  I will get you back so you can eat a meal.  I was so worried I would never see you again, James.”
James replied, “I haven’t eaten for two days; I ran out of the corn bread and dried berries I had.  I did find some blackberries yesterday, though.  On Monday of last week, I thought, since we were not busy at the time, that I would go to the general store in town and pick up some souvenirs for my family.  Well, I decided that I would take a shortcut through the woods.  Other soldiers had talked about using it when they were in a hurry.  Since I also wanted to write my family a letter, I took the shortcut…and got lost.  It became dark and, apparently, I kept wandering farther and farther from camp.  I am so thankful you found me.  I had left my compass back at camp.”
Five months later, they were done picking up after the war.  In September, they were able to return home.  James and Richard went to James’ home in Germany and picked up Gabrielle to go back to America.  James and Gabrielle decided to move back home to Maine where the rest of the family was.  Telling stories around the campfire, especially, brought back memories for James and Richard.  Some made them laugh and some made them cry.  They never forgot the time James got lost and how Richard went searching to find a beloved enemy! 


*This is not a true story, but Richard Beaulieu is my grandfather.  He served in World War II and was on a ship when they said the war was over.  He had to clean up.  A few years after coming back from his service, he married Theresa, my grandmother.  Together they had 4 girls and one boy.  Pepere tells us some stories about the war sometimes.  My grandfather is still alive today and at 92 years old is in good condition, praise the Lord!  My grandmother is also alive at 88 years old!  I am privileged to be their granddaughter.



(Assignment Lesson #12 - Climax)


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Saturday, March 16, 2019

Together At Last


TOGETHER AT LAST
by
Hannah Aldrich
(age 14)


His flight had landed twenty minutes ago. I waited anxiously at the gate for him to come around the corner with his suitcase. I couldn’t stand still as I waited with my ma who was recording with her
i-phone.

I had waited two years to meet Alex, and now, the day had finally come. The 1,766 mile distance would finally be zero.

My heart was pounding in my chest, the blood beating in my ears, my palms were damp and I was barely breathing. How could this be real?

Then, I looked up from my trembling hands and saw him. Six foot two, curly dark hair and a familiar smile, walking right towards me. The air caught in my throat and time screeched to a halt. His brown sparkling eyes met my eyes of blue and our gazes locked.

Hot tears pooled in my eyes in a brief moment of hesitation. I was froze, stuck in disbelief and awe. I cannot describe the feeling. It was as if a flood was pouring from my heart and was filling me until I would burst. It was a flood of emotions and feelings, very strong feelings. I had forgotten to breathe, forgotten how to speak, forgotten I was standing in the middle of a busy airport. All I saw was him.

I felt my ma gently nudge me forward and that’s when I ran to him. I didn’t even try to hold back the tears as I jumped into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms about his neck, I clung to him as if the world depended on it. I buried my face in his shoulder as tears continued to spill from my eyes. I had never before felt so happy, so complete.

He had dropped his suitcase just in time to catch me. His strong arms were holding me tight as I pressed my face into his shoulder. Then, I pulled away as he set my feet on the floor and his hands went to my waist. Our eyes met again, and this time, so did our lips. Together at last.


(original and self-edited)


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Saturday, February 9, 2019

"Good Friends"


Good Friends
by 
Grace Beaulieu
(age 16)

Once upon a time there was a girl named Priscilla who had freckles.  She did not just have freckles, but also red hair.  She literally despised the way she looked.  Her parents told her she looked beautiful, which was very true.  They told her God made her that way, and His creation was very beautiful.  She did not believe her parents because she was too selfish.  She thought her looks were bad.  When Priscilla was twelve, her parents got her braces because her teeth were crooked.  She did not like her teeth but did not like the look of braces with freckles and red hair.  But she thought it was better than having crooked teeth. 
                Priscilla had two good friends named Anna and Erica.  They were really kind towards her.
One day Anna said to Priscilla, “You are very pretty; I wish I could have red hair.”
Agreeing, Erica said, “Yes, someday I hope to have a red- haired daughter with freckles, but not braces since they are expensive.” 
Even though Priscilla went to church every week and was taught how coveting and selfishness were wrong and that you should be happy the way God made you, she would not listen.  She was taught well at her Christian school and at her church.  Her parents were quite concerned for her ways and thoughts, especially since she only loved going to church to see her friends.
                One day, when Priscilla was thirteen, there was a new boy who came to school.  Andrew, who was fifteen, loved to tease- especially girls.  When he saw Priscilla, he thought she was beautiful, but teased her instead.  He told her, “Why bother have braces? You would look prettier with your crooked teeth with that red hair.  Your face looks like a red pepper with moldy spots.”   He was trying to get her attention, and he got it all right.  She kicked him!  
Scolding him, her friends told him how she thought about herself.  They said that she would never be satisfied with her looks.  That incident changed Andrew.  He wondered what he could do to apologize.  He felt so bad for what he had said.  Andrew thought she was the prettiest girl he ever saw but didn’t dare say so.
                Priscilla did not go back to school for a whole week, because she was embarrassed at what had happened.  All morning, she ignored Andrew, and at lunch she took off to a nearby walking bridge.  It was her favorite spot since it was so pretty.  Andrew came up behind her, which startled her. 
Andrew said, “Please don’t leave.  I have something to say.”
Priscilla said, “Okay, I won’t.  But, hurry, I do not have much time.  I have to get back to school.”
“I feel really bad about what I said last week.  It was not nice, and I will not do it again. When your friends told me about what you thought of yourself, I wanted to take my words back.  God makes beautiful things and when one does not like their looks, it is belittling God’s creation.  God loves us so much and He is so good to us that we should praise Him for making His creation.  He made us!  I am very sorry for what I said.  I can understand if you do not want to forgive me, since I hurt you.  You are pretty, since God made you that way,” said Andrew.
Crying, Priscilla replied, “I have been such a fool to think that God should have made me differently.  I realize that I need to trust Him as my Saviour. I do forgive you for what you have said.  Because you teased me, I trusted in Christ.  Thank you for allowing the Lord to use you that way.”

They became good friends.  Priscilla was very glad about her red hair and freckles and never complained again about how she looked.



Assignment for Writing Lesson #9 (Dialogue)



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Saturday, February 2, 2019

"The Life of Me"



The Life of Me
by
Sena Carlson
(age 13)

On November 24, 2005, a baby girl entered the world. Her name was Sena Carlson, and she was… me!

    I lived in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia for the first two years of my life. My family consisted of: Rohobot, my brother, Rut, my mother, and my father (no one is exactly sure of my father’s name, but evidence favors that it was Tadesse).

When my father died of a mysterious cancer, my mother made the hard decision to put her two children up for adoption. We (my only brother and I) stayed in a few orphanages before we were put into Hannah’s Hope. There we remained for the duration of the adoption process.

    Then, in 2008, Robert and Carol Carlson put into motion a plan they had been meditating and praying about for a couple of years- adoption. They flew all the way from Maine, America, to Africa to adopt two little children! Their original plan had been to adopt two older girls.

But (as the story goes), when they saw my brother and me in their adoption pictures, they just couldn’t resist. So instead of two eight-year-old girls, they brought home a giggly two-year-old girl and a bouncing six-year-old boy!    

Although I don't remember my former life, my adoptive parents do. They say that when they went there, they were shocked at the massive culture difference. Clothes were hung up wherever there was space. Street vendors littered the streets in the city, trying to sell their goods. People burned their trash, and the smell stained the air.

All the women walked around in beautiful, bright and colorful clothes, even when they did their laundry in huge galvanized tubs outside. The clothes the citizens wore were rarely boring or dull. Because of the climate, they attained summer-weather clothes all through the year. Actually, when my parents went there, it was Ethiopia’s winter. While the people wore coats, my mother and father had on short-sleeved shirts and shorts!

The driving there was extremely reckless, due to no traffic lights maintaining chaos. My mom said that when she went on one of the public buses, the driver even handed out barf bags!

     My dad and mom spoke of an immensely sad, heartbreaking side to Africa also; hundreds of starving children swarmed the streets, begging for food. My parents said it was hard for them to watch as the kids even climbed onto cars as the vehicles took off. The children were persistent and held on for dear life to the raging van, pleading for just the tiniest bit of nourishment.

    Carol and Robert had raised three children already. Their youngest was fifteen and still lived at home. It was hard for all three to adjust to having two hyper children in the house, but they eventually got into the hang of it! (My older sister tells of how Rohobot used to stand in the doorway of her room and just stare at her- it creeped her out!  She’d yell, “Mom, he’s staring at me again!” Apparently my brother had adopted her as his favorite member of the family at the time.)

    This July seventh marked our tenth anniversary in America. This country has provided so many resources and opportunities that it’s mind-blowing! My mother says that I have been totally Americanized, that I have adapted to my life here beautifully. I love America- it opens up a totally different life than what I would have had in Africa. My brother and I became citizens in 2018, Rohobot is looking into going to a college next year, and I am thriving in my favorite activities. I recently turned thirteen, and I’ve started delving into everything!

    My hobbies are ballet, flute-playing, writing, reading, babysitting for two Bible studies, and helping out with a Bible club every week. I am a busy thirteen-year-old and I love it! I have never gone back to Ethiopia, but I might when I get older. I recently wrote a letter to my birth mother for the first time in a while. Since my brother lives with me, I don’t have a chance to miss him (Thankfully!).


America made my passionate dream of publishing a book come true. I’m sure that I will have an amazing future here with my wonderful family! In fact, I’m well on my way towards my extraordinary future.



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Saturday, January 19, 2019

Evan's Special Chicken

                                                                                             

Evan's Special Chicken 
by 
Gracelyn Beaulieu
(age 16)

Chickens are fun pets to have!  Having chickens is very entertaining. One time we had a mean rooster who flew into the fly tape we had up in our chicken coop.  It was quite a funny sight!  He did deserve it, poor guy.  We were able to take it off after a few minutes.  Often there is excitement of some kind, whether if one gets hurt, has bugs, or lays an egg.  The rooster will surely come when his hens squawk.

Once upon a time there was a 14-year-old boy named Evan who loved chickens and after some time, his family finally got some.  He cared for his chickens with much love and care.  He cleaned their coop every two days.  He also checked their food and water at least twice a day.  Whenever one wasn’t well, Evan would feed it by hand, patiently.  Six of his chickens were bought fully grown ready to lay, but two of his chickens were bought as chicks.  Evan named his cute chicks Copper and Sunshine.  Sunshine became Evan’s favorite chicken.  He taught it to come when he called its name.  Sunshine came to him at the first sight like a dog would.

One day, a hawk came when Evan was in the chicken coop.  It was coming right towards Sunshine!  Quickly, Evan threw a rock at the hawk, which scared him away.  To Evan, his chicken Sunshine was just as important as a dog.  She laid her eggs very faithfully. 

When Evan was eighteen, he could not find his hen anywhere.  After a few days, he gave up hope that it would come back.  He realized that a hawk or fox must have taken her.   It was so sad for him.  He remembered Job 1:21b, which says, “The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”  It was hard to accept the fact that Sunshine had died, but Evan thanked God for his special chicken.  When his family bought new chickens later, he named one Sunshine.


Sometimes we have animals and people who come and go in our lives.  We should always recall Job and his attitude.  God brings things into our lives to teach us something or to be a companion.  We need to remember that relationships on earth may be here for years and then leave, but a relationship with God will be forever.


Assignment for Basic Writing Lesson #9

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