Life got a bit frightening for her. Her class alone had 180 seventh graders in it. Each classroom she attended was full of strangers. That uncomfortable beginning of school made her ask herself, “Does anybody else feel like I do? Am I the only one?”
Even playing softball with the neighbor kids she found threatening. She did not know how to play and expected the kids to laugh at her. So she retreated from the games and talked to a good friend of hers…her gray tabby cat. He always seemed to understand; he was a good listener, but still she was lonely.
The little girl’s mom taught her how a good Christian girl should live. She believed with all of her heart that her mom taught the truth. She did not want to live her life any other way. You see, Jesus still had not told her that she was forgiven…at least, she did not know that He had. So, she figured she ought to live and be as good as she could. ” That way,” she thought, ” when I die and God measures my good works and my bad works, there will be more good ones and He will have to let me in to heaven, right?”