Children's Gems In My Treasure Box

**Children's Treasures in My Treasure Box**

**Children's Treasures in My Treasure Box** I have a little treasure box, Not filled with gold or pearls, But shining gems more precious still, Than all the jewels in the world. A gem of kindness softly glows, When helping hands are near. A gem of love shines warm and bright, Bringing comfort, joy, and cheer. A gem of laughter sparkles high, Like sunlight on the sea. A gem of faith shines through the night, Reminding God cares for me. A gem of patience gleams so clear, When waiting with a smile. A gem of truth shines faithfully, And lights each step awhile. These precious gems within my box Grow brighter every day. For when I share them with others, Their beauty does not fade away. So I'll treasure every shining gem, And keep them close in view. For the greatest treasures God can give Are the loving things we do. Susan Barker Nikitenko 2026©MBPMRMNMPBKBANNABENGEORPASTO #3093 m

Wednesday, September 30, 2026

Loving God Means

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Sunday, September 27, 2026

🫏 Melvin the Donkey and the Lying Mouse Activy Teaching Pages

🫏 Melvin the Donkey and the Lying Mouse

Melvin the Donkey lived in a beautiful orchard filled with apple trees, berry bushes, and winding paths. He was known throughout the orchard for one thing: Everyone trusted Melvin. If Melvin said it would rain, people carried umbrellas. If Melvin said a gate was open, farmers checked the gate. If Melvin promised to help, everyone knew he would be there. Nearby lived Marty Mouse. Marty was clever, quick, and always looking for an easy way to get what he wanted. Unfortunately, Marty had a habit of telling little lies. At first, the lies seemed harmless. "I picked the biggest apple in the orchard," Marty would boast. "I ran faster than the rabbits." "I helped Farmer Ben fix the fence." None of it was true. The animals laughed and shrugged. "It's only Marty being Marty," they said. But the lies continued. Another day Marty told the ducks, "A storm is coming! Floods are on the way!" The ducks paddled frantically to higher ground. The sky remained blue all day. One bright autumn morning, Marty Mouse scampered through the orchard shouting, "Free apples! Free apples for everyone! Farmer Fin says you can take all you want!" The news spread like wildfire. The rabbits came hopping. The squirrels came racing. The deer came bounding. Birds flew in from fields near and far. Soon animals from everywhere filled the orchard. They climbed the trees. They filled baskets. They stuffed sacks. Some piled apples into wagons. Others sat on benches feasting until their bellies were round. "I think I'll have enough for ten pies!" honked Mother Goose, surrounded by her many goslings. "Take a few more!" cried Marty. The animals cheered and gathered even more. By sunset the orchard looked very different. The baskets were full. The animals were happy. But the trees stood nearly bare. Not a single apple remained. And it seemed no one gave a care whether Farmer Fin would get to enjoy the fruit of his own labor. The next morning Farmer Fin walked into the orchard carrying an empty basket. He stopped and stared. Every tree was empty. Every branch was bare. His shoulders drooped. "No pies this year for my family," he said sadly. "No apples for winter." "No cider." "No jars of applesauce." Melvin the Donkey lowered his head. He knew how hard Farmer Fin had worked. All spring he had pruned the trees. All summer he had watered them. All year he had cared for the orchard. Then Melvin learned the truth. Marty Mouse had started the rumor. There had never been any permission. There had never been any free apples. It was all a lie. The animals felt ashamed. Mother Goose wiped away a tear. "We never stopped to ask if it was true." The squirrels nodded. The rabbits looked at the ground. Soon the animals began to doubt every word Marty said. One afternoon Marty found a torn hole in the orchard fence. A hungry pack of wild goats was pushing its way through. Frightened, Marty ran through the orchard shouting, "Help! The fence is breaking! The goats are coming!" Nobody moved. The rabbits ignored him. The ducks ignored him. Even the squirrels kept gathering nuts. "That's probably another one of Marty's stories," they said. Marty ran to Melvin. "It's true this time!" he cried. Melvin looked into Marty's frightened eyes and rushed to the fence. Sure enough, the goats were pouring into the orchard. Melvin sounded the alarm. This time the animals listened. Together they repaired the fence and saved the orchard. Later that evening Marty sat beneath an apple tree with his head hanging low. "Melvin," he said softly, "why didn't anyone believe me?" Melvin answered kindly, "Because trust grows slowly like an orchard, but a lie can cut down a tree in a moment." Marty sighed. "I never meant to hurt anyone." "I know," said Melvin. "But every untrue word took a little piece of trust away." "Can I get it back?" Melvin smiled. "Yes. Tell the truth. Keep telling the truth. Be patient. Trust returns the same way orchards grow: one season at a time." From that day forward Marty worked hard to be honest. Weeks passed. Months passed. The animals noticed. Little by little, trust began to grow again. And whenever young animals asked Melvin how trust is lost, he would point to an apple tree and say: "Truth is the root, trust is the fruit. When lies take root, trust cannot grow." Moral: 🌿 Trust is earned through truthfulness and lost through dishonesty. 🌿 A lie may help for a moment, but honesty builds friendships that last a lifetime. Marty mouse told the lie and animals from everywhere came for free apples. They were in the trees and filling baskets. They sat in the bench and feasted on ap
ples, I think I'll get enough for ten pies said the Geese mother of many goslings. The trees quickly sat bare and it seemed no one gave a care if Farmer Fin Wouldn’t get to enjoy his own increase. I guess, no pies this year for the farmers family, No apple jelly, no apple sauce. Marty's lie doesn't just waste everyone's time, it hurts someone who worked hard and depended on the harvest of apples.

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