Dear God,
Thanks for taking care of me. And thanks for
providing Pastor Jehoiada to take me under his wing and raise me as his own
son. Cause my dad died when I was a baby. They tell me it was a good thing,
because he was wicked, but sometimes I just wish I could've known him. The rest
of my family was murdered and you'll never guess who by! My grandma (2 Kings
11:1). She tried to kill all of us, but Aunt Jehosheba hid me and my nurse in a
bedroom (2 Kings 11:2). Then I moved to the temple and lived there for 6 years
in hiding and that's when Pastor Jehoiada started taking care of me and
teaching me about You. I'm 7 now and officially the King of Judah. I don't feel
sad about my grandma dying, because I didn't know her at all and I know that
she was a horrible person. She killed all of my family and I think it is right
that she die too. Pastor Jehoiada still helps me make decisions, and I'm very
thankful because I want to do right in Your eyes, God (2 Kings 12:2).
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