Dec 102012

In this story, fourth in The Creative Creation series, we are thinking about Mary.  She was pregnant with the son of God, but unmarried and poor. She was awaiting a gift like no other gift and I am sure there were times when she looked for something gold, yet could not see it. She gave thanks anyway, knowing God would keep his promise.

Mary and Joseph both humbled themselves, put their own desires aside and obeyed God. There were certain things they had to do and certain places they had to go, as they waited for the arrival of something gold! (Luke 1-4 and Matthew 1-4)

Going for the Gold

Hope, Tommy’s brand new baby sister, was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet when Tommy woke up. She had taken her sweet time, but had finally arrived! Tommy had spent the weekend at Grandma and Grandpa’s farm while Mommy and Daddy got the baby and Grandpa had carefully answered Tommy’s questions, especially the one about where babies really came from.

Tommy had learned in just a few days on the farm that everyone, including Tommy, played a role in God’s creation and how the birth of little people and little animals was impacted by big people and their actions. He had decided to be the best he could be and create good things for the people around him. He knew this would not be easy, but Grandpa had taught him to always ask God for guidance.

Tommy had just started kindergarten too! At first, school had been very a frightening place for Tommy. He missed his mommy and baby sister terribly. Plus, there were lots of new faces and Tommy was already learning that everybody didn’t have a Mommy and Daddy at home to teach them to be nice!

He was worried about Hope, who slept constantly in her pink polka dotted room…when she wasn’t crying or hungry or dirty. But, after a week or two, because he had lots of new friends and had learned so much, Tommy decided school would be a good thing.

Mommy had assured him she could take care of Hope on her own during the day. That was her job. Going to school was his job, but he could help her when he got home in the afternoon.

Tommy had tried to convince his parents he was responsible enough to take care of a goldfish, but wasn’t sure he had succeeded.With a brand new baby, new school and new friends, Tommy had almost forgotten about his birthday, but he had not forgotten about the goldfish he wanted so badly and had hinted for all summer. He had not found the fish tank Dad had so carefully hidden in the laundry room and with all the baby stuff going on, he really didn’t think he would get one. Mom said fish tanks were a lot of work and she was certainly busy these days.

Either way, today was the day. It was Tommy’s sixth birthday and soon, he would know if he was goldfish worthy. He shuffled into the bathroom to brush his teeth, then put on some jeans and a sweatshirt.

“If I get dressed on my own, they will know I am big enough,” he thought. Then he made his bed without being told, a routine he had started a few weeks ago to prove himself responsible enough for a few small fish.

Tommy was glad his birthday was on a Saturday this year. He wondered if it would always be on a Saturday, now that he was in school Monday through Friday. After he finished proving himself goldfish worthy, he ran down the stairs to find Mommy and Daddy sitting at the kitchen table talking quietly over their coffee.

Mommy was skinny again and feeling much better, but she did look kind of tired these days. Daddy looked tired too and his face was scruffy with whiskers this morning.

“Good morning, Tommy,” his mom said as soon as she realized he was in the room. Dad looked up with a funny look on his face after hushing in mid sentence.

“Hi Birthday Boy!” Daddy looked so guilty when he said it. He was wondering if Tommy had heard their conversation.

“Morning,” Tommy said, trying to hide his excitement about the birthday. “I’m six years old today,” he finished while pouring some cereal in a bowl. He topped it off with milk from the fridge and sat in his usual place at the table like he turned six every day of his life.

“Tommy,” his mom began. “I can make you some pancakes if you like.”

“That’s ok,” he replied. “I’ll just have cereal. He had eaten cereal almost every morning since Hope had arrived, but he didn’t mind. Mommy would not buy the sugary kind of cereal, but his was tasty enough without it. Dad cut up a banana and plopped the slices in Tommy’s bowl.

“There you go,” he said. “It’s your new favorite breakfast, right?” Dad asked with a wink. He knew mommy had been so busy with the baby that all their meals were somewhat “simplified” these days. He certainly didn’t mind “simplified” and cooked dinner himself from time to time to help mommy out, though he wasn’t all that good at cooking. He was very good at slicing bananas though and Tommy loved them in his cereal, so he sat with his mouth full and winked back at his dad.

“Whaaaaaah,” came Hope’s usual morning call for attention.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaah.” Tommy rolled his eyes and finished his mouth full of cereal.“You want me to go get her?” he asked.“No, Tommy,” Mom responded. “I’ll get her while you finish your breakfast.”This was their conversation almost every morning. She knew Tommy loved his little sister and wanted to help. She also knew he was trying to be goldfish worthy, but she wasn’t going to let him practice being responsible on the baby.While they worked things out, Dad got up, walked up the stairs and a few minutes later, returned with a grinning, pink faced baby girl in his arms.“She just wanted a clean diaper and a little breakfast of her own,” he said all boo boo faced to the baby.

“That’s all Daddy’s baby girl needed…just a little kiss…” He kissed her cheek. “And a little hug…” He squeezed her just a little. “And a little…”

“Whaaaaaaaaah,” Hope wailed! What she wanted was her mamma!

Mommy soon had her quieted down and snuggled up with a blanket and a bottle. Tommy knew before too long, she would burp like a grownup and go right back to sleep.

“Babies,” he thought. “They’re kind of nasty and what a boring life!” He wasn’t too thrilled about Hope stealing his birthday morning with Mommy and Daddy, but he had gotten used to sharing these days. He also knew he could pout about it, or just decide not to and have a good day, baby or no baby. Since he had learned he was their favorite Tommy, he could tolerate this whole baby thing a lot better.

He had also learned, from Grandpa, that he needed to be kind to Hope if he wanted to be considered goldfish worthy and, more importantly, if he wanted her to grow up to be strong and happy.

Before they knew it, the morning had slipped away and noon was fast approaching. Hope had  been awake again, only long enough for a bottle and some more big, sloppy kisses from Daddy.

“She’s going to ruin my birthday,” Tommy was tempted to say, then thought better of it. “Will she be awake when my friends come over?” He asked.

“I’m not sure, Tommy,” Daddy replied. “If she is, your friends will love her.” He knew what was bothering Tommy, and he really hoped Tommy could have his small party without much fuss from Hope, but there was no promising that.

Mommy had decorated their small kitchen table with colorful napkins a few balloons and a couple of cards with her drawings, but no noise makers this year.

“If you want a nice party with a happy, sleeping Hope upstairs, we’ll want to skip the noise makers this year,” she had said.

Tommy was quite alright with that decision. He even helped her decorate, then waited for his friends to show up. There would be a small group: Trevor, Shannon, Isabella, Shannon’s older sister and Brett. Tommy had known Trevor since he was just a little kid, but Shannon, Isabella and Brett were all new friends from school.

After what seemed like hours, the doorbell rang and in walked Trevor carrying a big blue package. Soon the rest of the small party was gathered around the table enjoying a game of Toss Up, since Tommy had decided he was too old for Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Tommy’s Dad was the scorekeeper. It was a new game to the children, but somehow Daddy never got enough little green cubes to win. First, Trevor, then Shannon, then Tommy took first place with Brett coming in second.

It was a lot of fun, but Tommy was constantly glancing at the coffee table where Trevor’s blue package, Shannon and Isabella’s yellow package and Brett’s orange package where piled.

There was a large green package there too and Tommy was anxious about finding out what was inside. He couldn’t imagine goldfish being wrapped inside a green package, but who knew? His parents could be pretty creative with their surprises, so he had not given up hope.

Speaking of Hope, as soon as their last game was over, she wailed from her little pink polka dotted room, letting Mommy and the whole neighborhood know her tummy was growling again.

“Good grief,” Tommy said.

“It’s ok,” Mom replied. “I’ll get her a bottle. I bet your friends would love to meet her anyway.”

“Oh, please, can we hold her,” asked Shannon and Isabella, but Trevor and Brett decided to keep a safe distance. When Mom brought her little bundle of pink joy into the room, however, all the children crowded around to get a good look.

“Oh, she’s so cute!” They all agreed and soon, Tommy realized he couldn’t compete for attention when it came to pink baby girls and joined them in their loud admiration of her tiny fingers, toes and nose. Just like Mommy had said, Hope had her bottle and before too long, drifted back to sleep.

“That’s pretty much all she does,” Tommy explained to his friends.

“Well, she stays awake a little more than you think and she’s beginning to play with her toes a little. She’ll be all over the place before you know it,” Daddy said, “just like you, Tommy.”

After Hope had gone back up stairs, the children gathered around the coffee table and sang a softer than normal and somewhat strange sounding Happy Birthday. Then Tommy opened his packages one by one, saving the green package for last. Trevor got him a small white castle, Shannon and Isabella got him some plastic plants and Brett got him some shells and a rock.

“Thank you,” Tommy said, trying to sound polite, but not really feeling too excited about his gifts. Then, he opened the big green package from Mommy and Daddy.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Tommy jumped up and down with excitement as he tore into the box that held the small aquarium. There were pictures of goldfish right on the box! Daddy helped him pull the aquarium out of the box and placed it on the coffee table beside the castle, the rocks and the plants.

“See, Tommy,” Daddy said. “They go inside!”

“Oh,” Tommy replied. “Just like the ones in the store! But Daddy, where are the fish?”

Tommy’s dad held back a chuckle and explained they had to fill the tank with fresh water, let it stand for a couple of days so the chlorine could evaporate and then go get the fish.

Tommy felt a little disappointed, but he knew he could wait a couple more days. His mom brought out a bag of blue gravel and the five children, under Daddy’s supervision, set the tank up on a stand in Tommy’s room. Then, they filled it with water from the tap, turned on the air filters and watched tiny bubbles make the plants dance around in the fresh, clean water.

“It’s beautiful,” said Isabella. “I wish we had one at home.”

“If you can learn to be responsible,” Tommy said, so seriously it made Daddy smile, “maybe you can have one too. I’ll teach you,” he assured his friend. Shannon giggled a little, but Isabella agreed wholeheartedly that she would like to become goldfish worthy, like Tommy!

The afternoon drifted away and evening began to arrive. It was time for Tommy’s friends to go home. Sadly, he said goodbye to each one and immediately ran upstairs to test the water in the aquarium one more time.

“Tommy,” his dad said. “You only need to do that once a day.”

“Oh,” Tommy replied. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.”

Dad decided to let it go for a day or two, knowing Tommy would eventually calm down and test it only once a day, if that often.

That night the family of four gathered for a “simplified” dinner, then Tommy and Dad did the dishes while Hope got a bath. Before long, they were snuggled in bed, all looking forward to a good night’s rest…if Hope would allow it.

To their amazement, she did allow it. Mommy awoke at seven the next morning with a start, wondering what was wrong. She ran into Hope’s room to find her sleeping peacefully.

“Wow,” Mommy said, looking like she might cry. “Maybe we’ll get more sleep now!”

“I tested the water, Dad,” Tommy said in his grownup voice. “I think it’s ready for some goldfish!”

“It’s probably not quite ready,” Daddy replied, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “but I’ll take a look after the breakfast dishes are clean. If the test results are good, we’ll go get some fish this afternoon. If not, I will take you to get them tomorrow after work.”

“Ok,” Tommy said. “I’m pretty sure it’s ready!” He had paid very close attention when his dad taught him how to test the water with little strips and was, in his mind, quite the expert already. Soon, his dad tested the water himself and to his own surprise, Tommy was right.

“You’re right!” Dad exclaimed to Tommy. “You are quite the expert!”

That afternoon, Dad and Tommy stood in the pet store gazing at what seemed like thousands of little fish who were all begging to go home with them. There were little blue fish, yellow fish, black fish, silver fish with red spots and red fish with silver streaks. There were some long slimy looking fish that Tommy didn’t care too much for and even some tiny sharks.

“Sharks,” Tommy said with excitement. “Do they bite?” The pet store owner explained all about freshwater sharks and eels and saltwater fish and brackish water fish to Tommy while Dad listened patiently.

“Where are the goldfish?” Tommy finally asked. The owner took them to the end of a long wall, filled with fish tanks and pointed to five different tanks, all containing different types of goldfish. There were little chubby goldfish with puffy cheeks and long, skinnier goldfish with fancy fins. There were white fish with gold and black spots and gold fish with black and white spots.

“I didn’t know there were so many kinds of goldfish!” Tommy’s dad said while they stood staring into the tanks like they were in some sort of fishy trance.

“Oh, you bet,” said the owner. “We only have a few varieties today. Wait until tomorrow and we will have many more to choose from.”

“That’s ok,” Daddy said. “It’s hard enough to choose as it is.” Daddy and the store owner talked a little about the new tank and their experience, or lack of, taking care of fish. Then, the pet store owner took Daddy across the aisle to a smaller group of tanks that held hundreds of little fish.

Some were colorful and pretty, but some were plain, silvery and had no gold on them at all! Tommy was watching with one eye, while staring at the chubby goldfish with beautiful fins with the other eye.

“Hey, Dad,” he finally said. “I think I like these the best. They have lots of gold on them and they are puffy!”

They weren’t gold at all, and they were not nearly as exciting to look at as the chubby goldfish Tommy had chosen. He really wanted the goldfish, and he really wanted the fancy ones. Trever didn’t have fancy goldfish! His were just plain, old goldfish.

“Tommy, I have an idea,” Dad began. “Since our tank is so new, let’s start with a couple of these guppies.” He gave the store owner the go ahead and he fetched a small net, a plastic bag and a wire tie for the bag. Soon, there were two plain, old silvery looking fish, one with a great big belly, swimming around in the bag.

“But, Dad,” Tommy began to complain a little. “I thought we were getting the gold, goldfish! I want the gold ones!”

“Tommy,” Dad began. “I know you do, but we should start with these. They are very healthy and can adapt to the water more easily. I bet by Christmas time, we’ll have something gold in the tank.”

Tommy was so disappointed he wanted to cry. First he’d had to share his birthday with the screamy Hope, now he wasn’t getting the fancy, gold goldfish. He refused to cry, though, and choked by his tears as hard as he could.

“Ok,” he finally said, looking at his feet. “But only if you think we can get some gold, goldfish by Christmas.

“Tommy,  I’m certain sure you will have something wonderful in your fish tank by Christmas,” Dad said with a wink in the store owner’s direction.

“Of course,” said the owner, “but only if you take really good care of these two. Do the best you can to keep their water clean and test it every day for a while. Deal?”

“Deal,” said Tommy, feeling a little better about the plain, old silvery fat fish in the bag. “They’re so ugly,” he thought, “I guess we should give them a home. Nobody else will want them.”

“Well, Tommy,” said the store owner, beginning to share a little information Daddy was not going to share. “Lots of times, when people start a brand new tank, the fish don’t make it. Your dad is making a good choice, because if these little fish don’t make it, you have not lost much money.”

“They don’t make it? What happens to them then?” Tommy asked as his forehead wrinkled with concern.

“The water has to be just right in order for the fish to survive, but I know you are going to take good care of these, so let’s not worry too much. I’ll help you keep an eye on them,” Daddy explained. “Let’s pay for our new fish and get them home. I think they are getting tired of that little bag already.” He paid the store owner and they left with their little bag of plain old guppies.

“Guppies!” Mommy exclaimed when they arrived. “I thought you were going for goldfish!” Daddy gave her one of those sideways looks.

“We’re going to start with these, because they will help get the water chemicals straightened out. If everything goes well, we’ll get some prettier fish for the tank. Tommy was kind of disappointed, because he wanted the gold, but according to the pet store owner, this is a better choice for us.”

“Oh,” Mommy said. “These are wonderful little fish!”

“It’s ok, Mom,” Tommy said in his grownup voice. “Wait until Christmas, and we’ll have some gold in the tank, right Dad?” The three fish amateurs went upstairs to Tommy’s room to add the guppies to the tank.

“Yes, Tommy, that is right.” Dad said as he placed the little bag in the top of the tank and let it float around. “If you’ll forget about the gold and take good care of these little silver guys, by Christmas morning, you’re sure to have something wonderful.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Tommy finally said, trusting his dad’s promise for something wonderful and feeling much better about his decision. It was kind of nice, after all, to have something wonderful to look forward to!  (To be continued.)

Nov 182012

In this story, from The Creative Creation series, Tommy and his family learn the importance of recycling as they pay more attention to God’s creation and their responsibilities as stewards. More importantly, Tommy is learning what recycling has to do with babies.

A Recycling Project with Mom

There were only a few days left before Tommy’s baby sister was supposed to arrive and the little family of three, almost four, was very busy making things wonderful for her. Tommy had finally decided having a little sister would be a good thing, or at least an ok thing, and he was helping his mom every day while she cleaned the floors and the bathrooms. All the laundry had been folded and sorted and put away neatly and the nursery was decorated with pink polka dots. Tommy was glad he was not a girl, because he really didn’t like pink. He liked the blue in his room much better, but his white curtains had been a bit of a problem for him ever since the night of the Oogie Boogie video games.

Tommy’s sixth birthday was coming soon and he was thinking about the goldfish he wanted for his room. His friend, Trevor, had goldfish, but not the kind you eat, the kind that swim around and around and around in a little tank with plants and air bubbles. Trevor said the cat might eat this kind, but he wouldn’t dare.

“Yuck,” Tommy said, “these big pink dots look just like that upset tummy medicine.” Mommy chuckled while she placed lots of little tiny clothes into a little chest of drawers. Little soft, tiny cotton diapers were there too. “Trevor’s mom uses sposable diapers.” Tommy said.

“Disposable diapers,” Mommy said. “I might use them some Tommy, but I prefer to stay home with you. That means I have to save money. Besides, these are healthier for babies and much better for the environment. The less garbage we make, the healthier our babies will be.”

“Why?” Tommy didn’t understand how garbage had anything to do with babies. “That makes no sense,” he thought to himself.

“Hmmm,” Mommy wondered out loud. She could tell by his little wrinkled forehead, he was confused. “Maybe you and I need to start a recycling project together after the baby is born. That way, while we recycle, we can learn together what things we should put into the earth and what things we should not.”

“Ok,” Tommy said. He still didn’t understand, but a recycling project with his mommy sounded like fun. Just last weekend, he and Daddy had repaired the birdhouse in the park across the street. That had been lots of fun. Maybe this recycling business would be fun too!

Taking Care of the Birds Again!

After everything was put away neatly in the nursery, Mommy went down the stairs and into the kitchen to make dinner. Daddy popped his head in the back door of their little townhouse and looked inside to see if Tommy was around. “He’s upstairs,” Mommy said.

“Good,” he walked in the door carrying a large box with a big blue ribbon on top. “It’s the aquarium,” he said. “Where can I hide it?”

“Put it on the shelf over the washing machine,” she replied. “He can’t see up there.”

Tommy came down the stairs and gave his dad, who was now sitting at their dining room table trying not to give away his big secret, a bear hug. “Do we have time to go check on the birdhouse?” Tommy asked, just like he had every day for the past week.

“Sure,” his mom and dad said at the same time. “But don’t be too long,” Mommy added.

The birdhouse was still standing tall and strong, just like Daddy had said. The momma bluebird and her five little babies were still there, safe and sound. “I wish she could live in my room,” Tommy said, “but…I guess I’ll have to settle for some goldfish.”

Daddy winked and grinned at Tommy, who was obviously dropping a big hint about his birthday present. “Ok Tommy, we have just enough time to take a walk around the pond.” They left the little birds alone again and walked toward the middle of the park. The sun was beginning to disappear, but it was still light enough for them to see the ducks and a couple of strange looking white birds.

“Those white birds look just like the silly birds at the beach,” Tommy said. “Remember? They flew all around our heads when we ate our sandwiches, Daddy.”

“I remember,” Dad said. “Look at that one, Tommy.” Tommy looked where his dad was pointing. The strange looking bird had something strange looking in its beak.

“Is he supposed to eat that?” Tommy asked. The bird was holding a plastic cup lid and just sat there looking kind of weird.

“No,” Daddy said. “He shouldn’t eat plastic, Tommy.” He walked toward the bird, who quickly dropped his plastic treasure and flew away. He didn’t fly very far away though and Tommy thought he must be waiting for them to take out a sandwich. “I really wish people wouldn’t throw their garbage on the ground,” Daddy said as he stooped to pick up the lid, along with a plastic bag, a straw, a gum wrapper and some foil. He walked a few steps to a garbage can and tossed it in. Then, he closed the lid and wiped his hands on his jeans. “They should have a recycling bin here,” Dad said.

“Mommy and I are going build a recycle after the baby is born,” Tommy proudly informed his dad. He still didn’t understand, but he could tell garbage and recycling was important to his dad too.

“That’s a good idea, Tommy. God gave us this beautiful earth and he gave us these beautiful animals. We should learn to take better care of them, so they’ll have healthy babies.”

“Ok,” Tommy said. His forehead was wrinkled again and he was thinking about the next few days, when he would visit Grandma and Grandpa while Mommy and Daddy went to get the baby. He had a list of questions for his grandpa already stored up in his little head. A few more questions about garbage and recycling and babies wouldn’t hurt at all.

“Hey Dad,” Tommy said on their way home, “I would take really good care of God’s goldfish.”

“That was a good one, Tommy,” Daddy said with a crooked smile.

“And their babies, too.” Tommy said.

Oct 102012

The Creative Creation is part of a series of free Christian stories for kids brought to you by The Kid’s Book Group.  The series brings Bible stories for kids into real life situations in a fun and entertaining way.

The Wise Man Built His Birdhouse Upon a Rock.

Tommy spent most of his Friday looking out the window at the park. There were green trees, red, yellow and blue birds and brown squirrels. A little girl was flying a big red, blue and purple kite with a long yellow tail. An older man with a cane walked his little white fluffy dog around the trail, then they played fetch together. Kids slid down the slide, swung in the swings and went round and round on the merry-go-round. Oh how Tommy wanted to go, but Mommy was still resting, doctors orders again, so he would have to wait. Daddy was finally finished painting the nursery and had promised to take him on Saturday. “One more day,” he thought.

That night, while Tommy, Mommy and Daddy were sleeping, the rain began to fall and the wind began to blow. Lightning struck and thunder boomed, once, before Tommy found his way quickly to Mommy’s side of the bed. He stared at her for a minute, hoping she would wake up. She did.

“Ahhhhhh,” she screamed. “Ahhhhhhhh,” Tommy screamed right back. “Tommy, you scared me,” she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s storming,” Tommy replied. “Can I sleep with you and Daddy?” Soon, the little family of three, almost four, were snuggled together, sleeping only lightly, waiting for the storm to pass. The next morning, they all awoke, still a little tired, but ready to face the day…and see what the storm had left behind.

After they had their breakfast, brushed their teeth and dressed, Tommy and his dad got ready for their day at the park. Tommy grabbed a frisbee and a jar to collect insects. Tommy’s dad grabbed his digital camera. “Can we take some sandwiches?” Tommy asked.

“It’s just across the street, Tommy,” Dad chuckled. Soon they were in the park with a frisbee, a jar, a camera and a picnic basket with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, two shiny red apples and some lemonade. The storm hadn’t done too much damage, but there were a few limbs and leaves and even some newspapers that had blown in from somewhere.

“Let’s help clean up,” Daddy said. They gathered papers and sticks and twigs and crammed them into a trash container in the park. Then they went to the playground so Tommy could ride the merry-go-round. Some kids were starting to come to the park with their moms and dads and Tommy would find somebody to play with there.

On the way over, Tommy and his dad heard what sounded like a flock of birds chattering away. Obviously, they were very excited! As they got closer to the playground they found where all the noise was coming from. It was one little female Bluebird, flying and fluttering all around one little Bluebird house that had fallen over in the storm. She chirp, chirp, chirped a stern warning at everyone who got too close. Boy, was she upset! Tommy and his dad got close enough to the little house to see why she was so upset. There were five little baby birds, all peeking up from their nest in the broken house, all screaming for something to eat. Momma bird was watching over each of them making sure everyone was fed and no one got hurt.

“She has five babies,” Tommy said with excitement, “and she loves all of them the same!” He was watching how the momma bird fed each baby, one by one. No one was left out. “I wonder why their house blew over,” Tommy said to his dad. “You said the storm wasn’t that bad, and nothing else fell over!”

Daddy took a look around the playground and soon, he found the problem. “Someone was very kind to build them a house, but look Tommy, here is their mistake.” Daddy pointed to a square wooden pole, leaning over next to the broken little house. “This is the pole they used to hold the little house up. It is nice and sturdy, but it was buried too close to the playground.”

“So,” said Tommy. That didn’t make any sense to him. “Why does it matter where the pole was buried?”

“Well,” began his dad, “the dirt is too sandy here, close to the playground. It isn’t thick enough or solid enough to hold up the pole and this little bird house.” He scooped up some of the soil to show Tommy. Even though it had rained, the sandy soil was already dry enough to sift to the ground as Daddy explained what he meant to Tommy.

“I think I understand,” Tommy said. “The wise man built his house upon a rock,” he began to sing.

“That’s right,” his daddy said. “The wise man built his house upon a rock!” He felt really happy that his son had remembered the little song! More importantly, that he had remembered Jesus!

By the end of the day, they had the little bird house repaired and standing strong and tall in a different corner of the park. Daddy had dug a deep hole, poured some white powdery stuff and water into it, then set the pole deeply into the mix. “It will dry quickly, and make a solid foundation for the birdhouse. Then, it will stand there for a long, long, time,” he said as they gathered their tools and headed home.

They had been able to get the little nest into the house and although the momma bird was upset with them for most of the day, she finally calmed down, returned to her nest  and tended to her babies again, one by one by one.

Matthew 7:24-25
Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:  25 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.


Copyright by Denise Davidson Mistich. Photo by Kevin Cole on

Sep 292012

Free Christian stories for kids, The Creative Creation series, follows the adventures of a 5-year old boy as his family shares Biblical wisdom with him through every day life situations.

The Creative Creation is actually a blog with free Christian stories for kids, and is based on the book of Genesis.  God created the earth and everything in it. One the seventh day, He rested from His work of creating. Mankind was given dominion and responsibility over the creation and still has it today.

These free Christian stories for kids walk children through their role and responsibility toward  God’s creation in a fun way, teaching them they create with their words, attitudes and deeds.

The way we treat each other, the things we put into the earth, and the words that come out of our mouths create. Think about it, pray about it and share it with your children. The book is coming soon!

If you can’t find what you need, consider Ministry To Children’s free Christian stories for kids.  It is difficult to find the truth, especially on the net, and my hat is off to Tony and his team of authors and illustrators for their hard work and, more importantly, for telling the truth through free Christian stories for kids. After all, it is what we are commissioned to do.

Ministry To Children is a wonderful website ministry with the single goal of reaching out with free Christian stories for kids, free coloring pages and a wide variety of good, wholesome content.

As a webmaster, author, publisher (and a caregiver) I know all too well, what a tremendous amount of time and effort have gone into creating this wonderful ministry tool. Please take a look and see if you can’t find something there to help you teach your children or students about God.

This page, for example, hosts free Sunday school lessons, keeping in touch with the times and with the seasons.  There is more! Activities, craft ideas and free articles to inspire the young and the old are to be found where ever you click on the site, and it is not cluttered with hype and ads. On top of that, someone has an artistic flare!


Aug 102012

How to Make the Oogie Boogies teaches children they can create their own fear and they can make it go away through prayer and faith!

The Creative Creation is part of a series of free Christian stories for kids brought to you by The Kid’s Book Group.  The series brings Bible stories for kids into real life situations in a fun and entertaining way.

How to Make the Oogie Boogies

It rained outside, Tommy’s mommy didn’t feel well and the car broke down on Tuesday, so Tommy played quietly inside all afternoon. He had his own little tv and his own little video games in his own little room, so he really didn’t mind the rain at all. The Oogie Boogies chased each other all over the tv screen, whacking each other over the head! Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop went their big black boots. Swish swish swish swish swish went the white sheets they wore on the rest of their ghostly little bodies. Squeeeeeeeeek they said every time they pounced. Tommy played and laughed and giggled at the silly little video game ghouls until bedtime.

“Lights out Tommy,” Mommy said as she waddled into his room to give him a kiss goodnight. Tommy’s little sister would arrive in a few short weeks and until then, Mommy’s belly would get bigger and bigger and bigger. “Oh, my back,” she said as she bent over Tommy’s bed to tuck him in. “Here’s Teddy.”

“I don’t need Teddy anymore,” Tommy said. “I’m a big brother now.”

“Well,” Mommy said, “You will be in a few short weeks, but for now, here’s Teddy.” She tucked the little bear in next to Tommy and walked out of the room, turning out the light behind her. Tommy’s little blue night light came on automatically lighting the room just enough for Tommy to see shadows and shapes and strange little things. Tommy’s eyes didn’t close for sleep, they got bigger and bigger and bigger!

Mommy had just put a load of clothes in the dryer. As soon as they were dry, she would go to bed. One of Tommy’s tennis shoes had sneaked its way into the laundry basket, through the washer and into the dryer, unnoticed.

Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop went the little shoe as the dryer turned around and around. Swish swish swish swish swish went Mommy’s house shoes as she walked to the laundry room to see what the noise was about. Squeeeeeeeeek went the door to the dryer when she opened it.

“MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMMMMMMMY,” screamed Tommy from upstairs.

Mommy raced up the stairs as fast as she could to see what was the matter. “The Oogie Boogies are after me!” Tommy’s head was barely peeking out from under his old comfy blanket as he screamed and screamed and screamed for his mom.

“Oogie Boogies? There are no Oogie Boogies in here,” mom said as she turned on the light. She walked all around the room, checked behind the door and inside the closet.

“Don’t forget to look under the bed!” Tommy’s eyes were still as big as they were when Mommy had entered the room. He just knew the Oogie Boogies were after him. His mom checked under the bed and under his desk. While she was checking the room, she tidied a bit, moving Tommy’s black rain boots out from under his little white curtains and into his closet where they belonged.

“See Tommy, no Oogie Boogies,” she said. Then she noticed the video game case next to Tommy’s television set. “Oh, I see!” She took the Oogie Boogie dvd out of the set and put it back in its case. “No video games for you tomorrow. Tomorrow, we go to the park!”

“But I heard them, Mommy, I did!” Tommy was still afraid.

“Tommy, I know you heard something, probably the dryer, but you did not hear Oogie Boogies. Trust me, ok?”

“Ok,” he finally said, “but don’t tell Dad I was afraid.” He really wanted to be a big boy.

“Don’t you think your Daddy gets scared from time to time?” Mommy continued to tidy the room as she spoke quietly to Tommy. She was always tidying these days.

“No,” Tommy said. “Big boys don’t get scared and Daddy is a big boy.”

“Well, just between you and me, big boys, including your Daddy, get scared.”

“What do big boys do when they are scared?”

“I don’t know about all big boys, but your Daddy talks to Jesus,” Mommy said taking Tommy’s hand. “So, let’s agree not to play with things that stick in your thoughts and scare you. And let’s talk to Jesus together.”

Tommy climbed out of bed and kneeled down to pray. Mommy didn’t kneel, but Tommy knew Jesus would understand. Together they said their prayers.

“Jesus, please take my fears away and help me become a big boy like Daddy. Please hug Mommy through the night and rub her back where she hurts. Please bring Daddy home from his business trip safe and sound and don’t tell him I was scared. Please chase the Oogie Boogies away, even if they are only in my head.”

Tommy climbed back into bed and drifted off to sleep. Mommy slept peacefully too. Daddy came home very early in the morning to find them safe and sound in their beds.  Jesus watched over them with love in His heart and never let them go. The Oogie Boogies never came back.

Part of the Creative Creation stories, Copyrighted in 2012 by Denise Davidson Mistich, author of The Great Majestic Fortress, a book for kids from one to one hundred!

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