Teddy's Button by Amy Le Feuvre
Teddy loves to tell the story of how his father heroically died on the battlefield and guards his button jealously. But this brings contention and strife when a new girl comes to town. Teddy begins to learn what it means to be a soldier under Christ, his Captain. Here is a story that will open a child's understanding of the spiritual battle within as Teddy learns that he is his own worst enemy. As a stubborn boy and girl refuse to back down from their selfish pride, one of the many lessons they learn is that they cannot win battles by force and hate, but by carrying the banner of love. Through this charming story, Amy Lefeuvre helps children to understand the spiritual battle that rages in their soul, and that parents and children are on the same side.
Teddy loves to tell the story of how his father heroically died on the battlefield and guards his button jealously. But this brings contention and strife when a new girl comes to town. Teddy begins to learn what it means to be a soldier under Christ, his Captain. Here is a story that will open a child's understanding of the spiritual battle within as Teddy learns that he is his own worst enemy. As a stubborn boy and girl refuse to back down from their selfish pride, one of the many lessons they learn is that they cannot win battles by force and hate, but by carrying the banner of love. Through this charming story, Amy Lefeuvre helps children to understand the spiritual battle that rages in their soul, and that parents and children are on the same side.
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It was a bright day for the farm when Teddy was brought down in<br />
a blanket and put in the big easy-chair <strong>by</strong> the fire. His little face and<br />
hands looked very fragile, with the blue veins standing out clearly<br />
under the transparent white skin, but his large eyes shone with light<br />
and gladness. His mother made him comfortable, then left him in his<br />
grandmother's charge for a short time. Old Mrs. Platt had had her share<br />
of suffering during those sad days; her heart was wrapped up in the<br />
boy, and perhaps the greatest trial of all was to stand aloof, and<br />
perform her daily work downstairs, whilst her daughter-in-law had the<br />
sole charge of him.<br />
She came across to the chair now, and kneeling down in front of<br />
it, said, with tears in her eyes, as she took his two little hands into hers,<br />
'Granny has sadly missed her pickle all this while.'<br />
And then Teddy put his little arms round her neck and hugged her<br />
close, crushing her cap in the most reckless fashion as he did so.<br />
'I'm getting better every day, granny, and I love you ever so!'<br />
When Mrs. Platt released herself, he went on more soberly, 'I feel<br />
very tipsy on my legs. I asked mother to let me walk just now, but I<br />
couldn't manage very well. I don't think I shall be able to run fast for a<br />
year, shall I?'<br />
‘Oh, we'll see you about long before that, please God!'<br />
'And, granny, you know about my sorrow?'<br />
‘The blue eyes looked wistful at the thought.<br />
‘Yes, laddie; but don't think of that now.'<br />
‘I told mother I didn't want ever to get well when I first talked<br />
about it. I felt I couldn't live without my button, but she told me that was<br />
wrong; she said it wasn't being a good soldier to wish to die directly<br />
trouble came, and that if I bore my sorrow well God would be pleased.<br />
Do you think I'm bearing it well, granny?'<br />
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