Merry Christmas!' someone shouted. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. 'Merry Christmas!' 'Merry Christmas!' 'C-cookies for ever'body!' Sammy hollered. And looking both ways, they all fled across to the light, and the warmth, and the books, ...
I can't say I have any confidence in confidence. I have confidence that God is with us in all things, both tender and tough.
Maybe it's because he never had any control over what was happening to him as a boy. Being late was somehow a way of taking charge.
