Somebody With Skin


To help our four-year-old daughter overcome her fear of the dark, her father and I always reassured her at bedtime that God is always watching over her. One night after I had gone to bed, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. “Mommy,” a familiar voice spoke up, “I know God’s in there with me, but I need somebody with skin.”

    -Contributed by Ann Gilbert

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