9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Five-year-old Tamir was bored. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He was waiting for his mom [br]to finish her work 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 at the Seventh-day [br]Adventist school in Mongolia. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 She worked as an accountant, 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 which meant [br]she counted money for the school. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir went to the school’s preschool. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Now his classes were over, 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 and he was sitting on a chair, [br]waiting to go home. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 “Mommy, can I have your phone?” he asked. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His mom handed the phone to the boy. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His eyes stopped on an app with a picture of a man with wavy white hair and a red jacket. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 “Mommy,” he said, “who is that?” 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 “That’s Mozart,” she said. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 “Wow,” Tamir said. “He’s so handsome.” 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His mom smiled. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 She opened the app [br]and pressed “play” on a song 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 written by the famous Austrian composer[br]Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir’s eyes opened wide with amazement 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 as violin and piano music filled the room. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 It was beautiful! 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Happy butterflies filled his tummy. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir couldn’t stop thinking about the music. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Two days later, he told his parents that he wanted to learn to play the violin and the piano. His dad shook his head. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 “We don’t have money for music lessons,” he said. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tears came to Tamir’s eyes. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He wanted to play the violin and piano, and he didn’t give up. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He asked again the next year and every year after that until he was 13. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 This time, his parents didn’t shake their heads. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 “I’ll take you to violin lessons tomorrow,” his mom said. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 She had a friend who would teach the violin to Tamir. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir was so happy! His smile stretched from ear to ear. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Happy butterflies filled his tummy. He excitedly told his friends. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Learning the violin wasn’t easy. It was difficult to learn the notes. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Sometimes Tamir wanted to play with friends, but he had to practice. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He didn’t mind. He wanted to fill his tummy with happy butterflies. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 A year passed, and Tamir kept practicing. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Then he was asked to play for special music at church. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His mom was so happy! 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 On Sabbath morning, she excitedly told everyone, “My son is playing the violin up front today.” 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 But Tamir wasn’t so happy. His hands began sweating. His neck began sweating. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His face began sweating. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He was scared about playing in front of a crowd. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He thought, No, no, no! I don’t want to play the violin anymore. I want to go home. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir’s dad saw that the boy was nervous. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Jesus will help you.” 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir knew that his dad was right. He wondered why he hadn’t thought about that first. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He silently prayed, “God, please help me not to be scared of the people when I play the violin. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Please bless me.” 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Then he played in front of all those people. He wasn’t scared. His face wasn’t sweating. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His neck wasn’t sweating. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His hands weren’t sweating. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Happy butterflies filled his tummy. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 He felt good! When he finished, everyone was so happy. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir knew that God had helped him. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 To play well, Tamir needs to practice every day, and he needs to pray every day. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Tamir wants to represent Mongolia and God before the world. He wants happy butterflies to fill his tummy all the time. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 Pray that Tamir will be a good representative of God 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 as he learns the violin and studies [br]at Tusgal School in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 His school received part of a previous 13th Sabbath Offering to grow with new classrooms and a library. 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 This quarter’s 13th Sabbath Offering will help open a children’s recreation center in Ulaanbaatar, 9:59:59.000,9:59:59.000 where children will be able to learn about the God who answers prayers.