These action-packed tales from Focus on the Family for children ages 10 and up follow fictional kids through real events from the Old Testament. Written by respected Christian authors, this series will help children manage the transition from Bible story picture books to reading the Bible on their own, and show them that even at a young age they can be a part of God’s larger story. Stories include: Trouble Times Ten –An Egyptian boy lives through the plagues and meets Moses Ruled Out –Retelling of the story of the Israelites in the desert with the Golden Calf Galen and Goliath –Retelling of the story of David and Goliath The Prophet’s Kid –Retelling of Isaiah’s story BIBLE KIDVENTURES OLD TESTAMENT STORIES By Focus on the Family Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. Copyright © 2014 Focus on the Family All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-58997-728-0 Contents Trouble Times Ten by Dave Lambert, 1, Ruled Out by Randy Southern, 79, Galen and Goliath by Lee Roddy, 157, The Prophet's Kid by Jim Ware, 227, For Parents and Teachers, 302, CHAPTER 1 The cool water closed over Ben's head, shocking him. He panicked for a moment, holding his breath as his arms flapped frantically. Then he felt strangely calm. Surely his parents saw him fall off the dock and would rush to lift him out of the river. He looked up. The sun was there, high above him, a bright spot filtered by the wavering water. All Ben had to do was move toward the light. He expected to see his father's face beside the sun at any moment. Ben moved his arms and legs, trying to push himself upward, toward the sun, toward the air. But he'd never had to swim before and didn't know how. Thrashing wildly now, Ben wanted to scream. But he was afraid to open his mouth. His lungs felt as if they were about to burst. He felt mud beneath his feet, and hope surged through him—he could push himself toward the surface now. He bent his knees and pushed himself upward with all his strength. But his feet sank into the soft mud, and he floated upward only a short distance. Then his exhausted arms reached hopelessly toward the sun. He coughed out the air he had held in his lungs all this time and watched it shriek toward the surface in huge dancing bubbles. He gulped in the murky, bitter water of the Nile, and everything went slowly black around him, fading ... And then Ben gasped, unsure where he was. One hand groped around him for someone, something— And what he found was his blanket. He touched the thing he was lying on. He tried to stop his loud gasping. He heard his father's snoring. He wasn't in the Nile River, or even beside it. He was on his own sleeping mat on the floor of his family's home near Rameses, in Egypt. He heard his mother stirring. "Ben?" she asked softly. "Are you all right?" Ben opened his mouth to answer, but his throat tightened and he felt tears burn his eyes. No, he didn't want to cry after some little nightmare. Only babies cried about nightmares. He closed his eyes and concentrated on stifling the sobs that formed in his throat. Then he felt a movement near him and opened his eyes. His mother was settling onto his sleeping mat beside him. She held a dim oil lamp in one hand. Ben couldn't help it. He buried his face in her shoulder and cried. When he finished crying, he leaned against her, enjoying the warmth of her hand on his back. His mother was plump and soft and not much taller than he was. They sat in a small circle of lamplight. Their floor was sand, covered in most places by rugs or sleeping mats. Ben could just make out the hunched form of his father across the room. From the small room next to theirs came the sleeping sounds of his grandparents. "Was it the river dream again?" his mother asked softly. Her sweet voice calmed him, as always. Ben nodded. His mother was quiet for a while, then said, "It's all right to be frightened. It was a frightening thing. But you're ten years old now. All of that was long ago." Yes. Ben remembered the young man who saved him. After Ben lost consciousness in the river, he awoke lying on a sandy bank. An Egyptian man, young, strong, and dripping wet, leaned over him. His expensive clothes, dark with water, were clinging to him. When Ben began to cry, the serious expression on the man's face changed to relief. "He'll be all right," he said and then stood. Suddenly Ben's father, his face twisted with emotion, appeared and gathered Ben up in his arms. Ben hadn't seen that man again. But he would never forget his handsome face. Ben's mother stretched and made herself more comfortable on the mat. "When Moses was a baby," she said, "his mother put him in the Nile in a basket to save him from Pharaoh's men, who were killing the young children of our people. The river saved his life." She smiled. "Do you think Moses would be afraid of the river?" Ben sighed. No, Moses wouldn't be afraid. Moses wouldn't be afraid of anything. Every Israelite knew the story of Moses. He'd been rais