Cocky was taught to tell the truth — and that’s exactly what she did.

It was 1940, and the Nazis had invaded the Netherlands. The German military, in need of ammunition to propel their war forward, went on periodic raids of Dutch homes, searching for young men to work in their factories.

Cocky’s Christian family was against the Nazi fight to eradicate the Jews. So her family enlarged the doorway to the potato cellar under their kitchen floor so her brothers could crouch inside.

One afternoon, Nazi soldiers raided the neighborhood.

Cocky’s brothers came running. They scrambled into the cellar. Cocky’s family threw down the trapdoor, the rug, and the table cloth. Then they set the table for tea.

German soldiers thundered in, knowing there were boys in the home. “Where are they,” the soldiers demanded.

Little Cocky stuttered and then confessed, “Why, they’re under the table.”

A soldier used his rifle to peel back the tablecloth. Cocky, in her nervousness, burst into laughter. The soldier recoiled. “Don’t take us for fools!”

He stormed out. Cocky’s brothers were saved another day.

“Come to me like a little child,” Jesus said. “Trust me wholeheartedly.”

Like Cocky, trusting God with the truth is just another way to show we love Him. God can care for us in our truth-telling too.