âNobodyâs perfect.â
âI think youâre pretty close,â she whispered.
Mom reached over and gave her a big hug. âWhatâs this about the fruit of the Spirit?â Mom asked.
âItâs something the Cul-de-sac Kids are doing.â
âReally?â Mom seemed pleased.
Stacy felt proud. âIt was my idea.â
âTell me more,â Mom said.
âYou know about making resolutions, right?â she asked. âEspecially around the New Year?â
Mom nodded. âLots of people do this time of year. But not everyone sticks to goals. Thatâs the hard part.â
âAll my friends have picked a fruit,â Stacy explained. âStraight from the Bible.â
âAnd what sort of fruit might that be?â Mom was grinning. She already knew. Stacy was sure of it.
âThings like goodness and love . . . peace and joy.â She washed her hands and setthe table for two. âIâm picking love,â she said.
âWhat a wonderful choice,â Mom said.
âIâm gonna try to love everyone I know. With Godâs help.â She headed for the living room. She wanted to check on her little dog, Sunday Funnies.
She found him curled up near the comics page of the newspaper. âWhatâs with you and the funnies?â she asked. âI always know where to find you, donât I?â
Sunday Funnies barked playfully.
Stacy picked him up. Gently, she carried him into the kitchen. âTime for your supper, puppy dog,â she said.
Sunday Funnies made excited sounds.
âHave patience,â she told him.
âOne of the fruits of the Spirit,â Mom added.
âThatâs right!â Stacy said. âSo . . . some patience, please.â
She poured dog food into his dish.Then she stepped aside. âNow have some joy, too,â she said.
Mom was laughing.
Sunday Funnies was chowing down.
Stacy was eager for spaghetti!
FOUR
âGood morning, sleepyhead,â said Mom. She shook Stacyâs shoulder very lightly. âAre you going to sleep all day?â
Stacy stretched and yawned. âItâs Christmas break, and Iâm still tired.â
âOK,â Mom said. âIâll let Sunday Funnies out for you.â
âAre you leaving for work already?â Stacy asked.
Mom looked at the clock on Stacyâs desk. âIâll go in ten minutes,â she said.
Stacy sat up. âI guess I slept too late.â
âThatâs all right, honey. Youâll be gettingup early again soon. Next week when school starts,â Mom said with a tender smile.
Stacy swung her legs over the side. âIâm awake now. So I might as well get up.â
Mom sat quietly, still smiling.
Stacy yawned again. âI think Iâll go visit Jason today.â
âHowâs he doing?â Mom asked.
âWanna know the truth? Heâs a pain,â Stacy complained.
Mom frowned. âTime to spread some love around. It sounds like Jason Birchall could use a good dose,â she remarked.
Usually, Stacy would be thinking: Icksville! About showing love to Jason, that is.
Jason was one weird kid. He wasnât easy to love.
Most kids liked Jason, though. He was full of fun. And mischief, too.
Even Pinktoes, Jasonâs pet spider,liked him. So did Croaker, his bullfrog. Jason wanted to add even more pets to his zoo.
But love? That was a very difficult subject.
Stacy sighed. She understood her mother. Love was the first fruit of the Spirit. And loving Jason could be tricky at times. But she could do it. God would help her!
âYouâre right, Mom,â she agreed. âIâll go easy on Jason.â
âThatâs my girl,â Mom said.
Stacy found Jason outside, sweeping snow off his steps.
âHey, Jason!â she called to him.
He looked up. But when he saw her, he looked back down.
âAre you busy?â she asked, hurrying across the
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