Away out in the country there lived a little boy about five years old. Let us call his name Peter. Peter lived with his mother and father in a little round house on a hill. In the daytime he followed his father around in the garden.
Sometimes he played with other children out in the tall elephant grass. At night he would listen to his father and mother talk about God. They were learning how good it is to serve Him. Very closely Peter would listen to stories about how God loves us and cares for us.
Then he would go to bed and think to himself. I wonder where God is. He must be very big. I wonder if he really loves me. And Peter would lie there in the darkness and say. I am just a little afraid of God. Maybe if I saw him i would run away and hide.
Maybe i would. Maybe i would. I wonder what God would do if i ran away and hid. Maybe he could not see me. I know where i could hide. There is that big. Big tree out in the yard.
The one with the flat top. And there is much, much elephant grass around it. So much. So much. That would be a very good place to hide. Peter would think and think until at last he would go to sleep.
One night Peter had been thinking much about hiding from God. He went to sleep after a while and then he had a dream. He dreamed that God came down from the sky. He dreamed that he. Little Peter was very much afraid.
He dreamed that he ran out to the big tree where the tall grass grew. And there he hid. How his heart pounded. What would God do if he found him here. Would God see him. While Peter was hiding in the grass. He saw God go and stand by his house.
Oh, what will he do. Thought Peter. What does he want. And while Peter was thinking. He saw God reach out his arm. He saw God's hand coming toward Peter. Then he felt God's hand on his shoulder and God picked little Peter right up out of the tall elephant grass and set him down by the front door of the house. Then he heard God say in a very kind voice.
My child don't run away and hide. Just then Peter woke up. He jumped up and ran where his mother and father were sleeping. Father. Father. He called. Wake up. Wake up.
Father sat up. What is it. My son. He asked. And Peter told his father all about what had happened. The next night as Peter lay down to sleep. He was thinking. If God comes to our house. I will not run away and hide. I will stay and listen to His voice. I wish he would come this night.
