Tuesday, October 6, 2026
🌿 True‑From‑the‑Heart October Quotes (Squeezed Edition)
🌿 The Lantern and the Plow: A Parable of Lincoln and Spurgeon
🌿 The Lantern and the Plow: A Parable of Lincoln and Spurgeon
©2025 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved
In the autumn of a troubled year, when nations trembled and hearts were weary, two men walked separate paths under the same God‑given sky. One was Abraham Lincoln, burdened with the cares of a divided land. The other was Charles Haddon Spurgeon, shepherd of souls in London, whose sermons were lanterns in dark places.
Though an ocean lay between them, Providence arranged a moment that history never recorded — a quiet meeting in a modest room, lit only by morning sun and the glow of earnest hearts.
Lincoln entered first, his tall frame bowed slightly by responsibility. Spurgeon followed, carrying a small Bible worn at the edges from use. They greeted one another not as famous men, but as brothers in need of God’s wisdom.
Spurgeon spoke gently:
“Mr. President, the Lord often places His servants in storms so that His strength may be seen in their steadfastness.”
Lincoln listened, his eyes thoughtful.
“Sir, I have learned that when my own wisdom fails, God’s Word still stands. I seek only to do what is right, though the cost be great.”
Spurgeon opened his Bible and read:
“The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD.”
Lincoln nodded slowly.
“Then may my steps be guided, even when the path is steep.”
For a moment, neither spoke. The silence was not empty; it was full — full of prayer, full of humility, full of the weight of obedience. Outside, the morning light fell across the fields like a blessing.
Spurgeon finally said,
“Courage is not loud, Mr. President. It is simply the heart that refuses to turn aside from righteousness.”
Lincoln replied,
“And righteousness is the only foundation upon which a nation may stand.”
They prayed together — one for his nation, the other for the world — and when they rose, each carried a renewed strength. They parted quietly, knowing they would never meet again, yet their obedience would continue to work side by side in God’s great design.
🌾 Moral of the Parable
When God’s servants walk in truth — even in different places, even in different callings — He weaves their faithfulness together to accomplish His purposes.
Wednesday, September 30, 2026
**Children's Treasures in My Treasure Box**
**Children's Treasures in My Treasure Box**
Loving God Means
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.
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved MBRMNMPMPBKBANNABENGEORPASTR #3079b
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Thursday, September 17, 2026
Fight Right - Song
🎵 Fight Right — Joyful Song
Verse 1
When the world says quit, I’ll stand and fight, Not with fists, but faith and light. I’ll lift my Bible, strong and true, God’s Word will tell me what to do!
Chorus
Fight Right! — with prayer and praise, Fight Right! — through all my days. Not with anger, not with pride, But with Jesus by my side! Fight Right! — the good fight of faith, Fight Right! — and run my race. I’ll keep my heart, my mind, my sight — With Jesus’ strength, I’ll Fight Right!
Verse 2
Temptations come, they shout and roar, But I’ll trust Christ forevermore. I’ll guard my heart, my mind, my way, And walk with Him both night and day.
Bridge
Put on the armor — truth and peace, Faith and love that never cease. Lift the shield, the sword, the light, Stand for Jesus — Fight Right!
Final Chorus
Fight Right! — with prayer and praise, Fight Right! — through all my days. Not with anger, not with pride, But with Jesus by my side! Fight Right! — the good fight of faith, Fight Right! — and run my race. I’ll keep my heart, my mind, my sight — With Jesus’ strength, I’ll Fight Right!
Scripture Inspiration
“Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life.” — 1 Timothy 6:12 KJV
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Verse 3
I'll put salvation on my head,
And trust the precious words God said.
His saving grace will guide me through,
And help me know what's right and true.
When doubts and worries fill my mind,
God's promises are strong and kind.
His peace will guard my thoughts each night,
And help me always fight right.
📖 Scripture Inspiration:
"And take the helmet of salvation..."
Ephesians 6:17 KJV
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🏈 Devotion for Teens: Guard Your Heart — On the Field and Off
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Here is a teen‑focused football devotion Guard Your Heart
🏈 Devotion for Teens: Guard Your Heart — On the Field and Off
Scripture:
“Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.”
— Proverbs 4:23 (KJV)
The Field Is Loud — So Is Life
The stadium is buzzing. Helmets clash. Coaches shout. The pressure is real.
But before any play can succeed, something crucial has to happen:
The guards take their position.
They’re not the ones scoring touchdowns.
They’re not the ones getting interviews.
But they are the ones who protect the mission.
Without guards, the quarterback gets crushed.
Without guards, the play falls apart.
Without guards, the team loses ground.
God says your heart is like that quarterback — valuable, targeted, and worth protecting.
🛡️ What Football Guards Do — And What You Must Do
1. Guards block what doesn’t belong.
They stop anything trying to break through.
You must block out:
- toxic voices
- destructive habits
- negative influences
- lies about who you are
If you don’t guard your heart, the enemy will rush in.
2. Guards stay low, steady, and ready.
They don’t stand tall and distracted.
They stay focused and grounded.
You guard your heart by:
- staying rooted in Scripture
- praying even when life is busy
- choosing friends who strengthen your faith
A guarded heart is a steady heart.
3. Guards protect the play.
They know the goal.
They fight for it.
They don’t let anything stop the mission.
You protect God’s purpose for your life by:
- choosing purity
- choosing honesty
- choosing courage
- choosing Christ
Your purpose is too important to leave unguarded.
4. Guards work as a team.
No one guards alone.
You need teammates who love Jesus and push you toward Him.
Find people who:
- pray with you
- challenge you
- encourage you
- hold you accountable
A guarded heart is a connected heart.
🏆 The Real Victory
In football, the scoreboard shows who won the game.
In life, the scoreboard is your:
- character
- choices
- integrity
- relationship with Christ
A guarded heart leads to:
- wiser decisions
- stronger friendships
- clearer thinking
- deeper faith
That’s the kind of victory that lasts long after the season ends.
❤️ Quote from the Heart
“A champion isn’t just strong on the field — they’re strong in the heart.”
📖 Bible Reading for the Week
Read Ephesians 6:10–18 — The Armor of God
It’s your spiritual playbook for guarding your heart.
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko MBPBKBANNABENPMNMRMPASTOGEO #3079
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
The Ten Commandments Chart
Monday, September 14, 2026
Beyond The Stars Of Love Lullaby
Sunday, September 13, 2026
🌾 Melvin’s Singing Lessons
🌾 Melvin’s Singing Lessons
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved
Melvin the donkey with a BIG voice. When he brayed, the barn doors rattled, the chickens scattered, and the windmill spun a little faster. Melvina, his sweet wife, had a soft, beautiful voice that floated like sunshine across Peacefield Farm.
One bright morning, Melvina said, “Melvin, dear, let’s practice your singing.”
Then Melvin let out a note so LOUD that:
- Clara‑Belle the Cow dropped her hay
- Percy the Pig dove into the mud
- Hattie the Hen laid an egg
- Mr. Whiskerford the Cat fainted (dramatically)
Melvina blinked, her bow fluttering. “Well… that was strong, Melvin.”
Clara‑Belle trotted over, ears ringing. “Mercy, Melvin… I thought the tractor exploded.”
Percy snorted. “I thought the barn roof was coming down!”
Hattie clucked nervously. “I thought the sky was falling!”
Melvin’s ears drooped. “I just want to sing like Melvina…”
Melvina nuzzled him gently. “Oh, Melvin… you don’t need a small voice. You just need a guided voice. And remember — you can do all things through Christ.”
Children can color Melvina encouraging Melvin.
Melvin straightened, encouraged. He tried again — this time aiming for less thunder, more melody.
The note that came out was still loud… but warm, steady, and surprisingly pleasant.
Clara‑Belle mooed. Percy tossed corn like confetti. Hattie fainted again. Mr. Whiskerford revived just long enough to faint a second time.
Then Bartholomew the Rooster strutted in proudly. “I heard singing!” He crowed loudly — and terribly off-key.
Just as Melvin finished his latest booming note, a familiar sound drifted from the pond — a chorus of honks, squawks, and fluttering feathers. It was the Goose Choir, led by Gerald the Goose‑Maestro, wearing his usual serious expression and a feather bowtie that never stayed straight.
“Melvin’s taking singing lessons?” Gerald gasped. The other geese honked in disbelief. “From Melvina?” “Does she have earplugs?” “Should we evacuate the pond?”
Melvina smiled politely. “Now, now, geese — Melvin’s learning to sing with joy, not just volume.”
Gerald puffed his chest. “Well, we are professionals. Perhaps we can assist.”
The geese lined up, lifted their wings, and began their warm‑up honks. Melvin joined in — loudly, proudly, and completely off‑key. The result was so thunderous that:
- The pond rippled like a storm,
- The scarecrow lost his hat,
- Percy’s mud puddle formed waves,
- and Clara‑Belle’s milk pail vibrated off the fence.
Gerald staggered backward. “Melvin! You’ve invented a new genre — Goose‑Opera!”
Melvina laughed until tears sparkled in her eyes. “See, Melvin? Even the Goose Choir can’t out‑sing your joy.”
Just when the Goose Choir finished honking their dramatic reactions and Melvin threw back his head in hearty laughter, a new sound bubbled up from the barnyard.
Squeeeeee! Squee‑squee‑SQUEAL!
It was Percy the Pig — trotting forward with excitement, mud splashing from his hooves. Behind him waddled Petunia, Pip, and Puddle, each one squealing in their own cheerful pitch.
Percy puffed out his chest. “Melvin! That was the funniest singing lesson I’ve ever heard!”
Petunia squealed a high note. Pip squealed a low note. Puddle squealed a note that wiggled like a worm.
Together they chimed in with a joyful chorus of piggy praise:
“Squeee! Squee‑squee! SQUEAL‑la‑lu‑jah!”
Melvin laughed even harder — his whole belly shaking. Melvina giggled behind her hoof. The Goose Choir honked in rhythm. Clara‑Belle mooed. Hattie clucked. Mr. Whiskerford fainted again.
Even the Scarecrow tipped his hat and called out, “Those pigs have better rhythm than I do — Ha Ha Ha!”
The geese recovered, honked in harmony, and finally joined Melvin for one glorious, funny finale — a barnyard symphony of honks, brays, and laughter that echoed across Peacefield Farm.
When Melvin’s booming voice rolled across Peacefield Farm, even the Goose Choir lost their rhythm. Feathers flew, honks echoed, and the pond rippled like a storm. From his post near the fence, the Scarecrow wobbled on his stick, hat tilted sideways, straw arms flapping.
He steadied himself, chuckled, and called out, “He nearly scared me to death — Ha Ha Ha!”
The geese honked louder, Melvina laughed until tears sparkled, and Melvin threw back his head and laughed too. He always saw the humor in things — even when his notes shook the rafters.
The barnyard rang with laughter and praise, a joyful noise that made every creature smile. And Melvin remembered:
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” Philippians 4:13 (KJV)
Friday, September 11, 2026
🍁 Truely Thankful
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🍁 Truely Thankful
Dear
Jesus, I am thankful
for the sunlight That paints the morning gold, For gentle winds that whisper
Stories heaven loves to hold.
I am thankful
for the laughter That drifts like leaves in flight, For kindness shared in
quiet ways That makes the heavy light.
I am thankful
for the moments You placed with care in my day— Little blessings, small
reminders Of Your love along the way.
I am thankful
for the friendships That warm the heart like fire, For dreams You plant within
my soul And lift with holy desire.
I am thankful
for the journey, For every step and start, For the grace that keeps on blooming
In the garden of my heart.
I am thankful
for my Savior— Your mercy deep and true. And every breath I’m given Is a gift I
owe to You.
So I gather all my blessings, Like autumn leaves they fall… And whisper, Lord, I’m grateful— Truely thankful for it all
©2026 Susan Nikitenko
“The Pumpkin That Shared Its Light”
“The
Pumpkin That Shared Its Light”
Once upon a
golden autumn morning, a small pumpkin sat quietly at the edge of the patch. It
had watched the other pumpkins being chosen for pies, decorations, and
lanterns, but no one seemed to notice it. The little pumpkin wondered if it had
any purpose at all.
Then one
crisp Sunday, the children from the church came to the farm. They laughed and
sang as they picked pumpkins for their Sunday School lesson. When they reached
the end of the row, one child pointed and said, “Let’s take that one — it looks
like it’s smiling!”
The pumpkin
was carried to the classroom, where the teacher spoke about how God gives each
of us a light to share. She carved a heart on its side and placed a candle
inside. When the flame flickered, the pumpkin glowed so warmly that the whole
room seemed brighter.
The children
gathered around and whispered, “It’s shining!” The pumpkin realized that its
light wasn’t meant to stay hidden in the patch — it was meant to shine for
others. From that day on, it became a symbol of kindness and joy.
Each Sunday,
the teacher lit the candle again and reminded the children: “Let your light
so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father
which is in heaven.” — Matthew 5:16
And the
little pumpkin smiled, knowing that even the smallest light can make a big
difference when it shines for God.
© 2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved.
Tuesday, September 8, 2026
New Baby on the Western Frontier
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🌾 New Baby on the Western Frontier
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved
Out on the Western frontier, where the tall grasses sway, A
new little heartbeat joined the world one sunrise day. The cabin was quiet, the
prairie winds mild, As Mama whispered prayers over her sweet newborn child.
The hills stood watch like guardians strong, While
meadowlarks offered their soft morning song. Papa rode in from the far cattle
line, His eyes full of wonder at this treasure divine.
Little boots not yet worn, little hands soft and small, A
new frontier blessing had come to them all. The lantern glowed warmly, the fire
burned low, As love wrapped the cabin in a gentle, golden glow.
Outside, the world was rugged and wide, But inside, peace
settled deep as the tide. Mama rocked slowly, her voice calm and clear, “God
walks with us, little one — always near.”
The stars that night shone brighter than snow, As if heaven
itself waved hello. To the child who arrived with a whisper of
grace, Bringing hope to the homestead, light to the place.
And so on the frontier, where brave hearts reside, A new
little cowboy began life’s ride. Held close by love, watched over by prayer, A
Western-born blessing beyond compare.
©2026
Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved
Little boy baby, a joy so bright, You light up our world
with your gentle might. With every coo, with every cry, You teach us the wonder
of earth and sky.
Your tiny fingers, your perfect toes, A masterpiece of love,
from head to nose. The way you smile, the way you dream, Brings heaven closer
than it may se hathem.
Oh little boy, so full of grace, The moon reflects on your
cherub face. With every giggle, with every cheer, You fill our hearts with love
sincere.
As you grow, may you always know, The love around you will
always show. Through trials and triumphs, big and small, Our little boy, you’ll
conquer it all.
Run through fields with your spirit high, Chase the stars
across the sky. Laugh at the wind, dance with the rain, Feel the world, and all
its gain.
Little boy baby, so cherished, so true, The world is better
because of you. So close your eyes, and dream anew, For God hath blessed us with you
A Miracle So Sweet
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved
Little boy baby, a miracle so sweet, You bring the purest
joy from smile to little feet. With tiny hands that reach for the sky, And
laughter that echoes, a blessed lullaby.
Your eyes hold the wonder of a brand-new dawn, Like the
sparkling dew on a quiet lawn. In your gaze, the world feels bright, A canvas
painted with radiant light.
Oh, little boy, so fearless and free, You explore the world
with curiosity. Each step you take, each giggle you share, Leaves love and
happiness floating in the air.
The world is vast, yet you’re its heart, A beacon of hope, a
precious art. The softness of your cheek, the warmth of your touch, Little boy
baby, you're loved so much.
Through the days, as you learn and grow, Your light will
shine, your spirit will glow. The adventures ahead are yours to claim, With
dreams untold, and a destined name.
May kindness guide you in all you do, May courage and grace
walk beside you, too. For you, little boy, are a gift so rare, A treasure of
love beyond compare.
Little boy baby, rest safe tonight, Wrapped in love’s arms,
bathed in moonlight. In dreams may you soar, in peace may you stay, For
tomorrow will bring another bright day.
🌾 The Day My Little Cowboy Was Born
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All
Rights Reserved
The day my little cowboy was born,
The prairie woke to a brighter morn. Soft winds whispered across the land, As
heaven placed him in my hands.
The lantern glowed with a golden
light, A quiet promise in the still of night. And all the West seemed to
rejoice, As if creation found its voice.
His tiny fingers curled like dawn, A
new frontier blessing gently drawn. A spark of courage, a seed of grace, A
future rider in this rugged place.
I held him close, my heart undone, A
mother’s prayer for her newborn son. “Lord, guide his steps through dust and
storm, Keep his little spirit brave and warm.”
The cattle lowed, the hills stood
near, Guardians of this child so dear. And in that moment, love was sworn— The
day my little cowboy was born.
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko
🌾 Thank You, Jesus, for This Little Cowboy
©2026 Susan Barker Nikitenko — All Rights Reserved
Thank You, Jesus, for this little cowboy, This tiny blessing
sent from above. You placed him in our arms with mercy, Wrapped in grace,
wrapped in love.
Thank You for his soft new heartbeat, For every breath, for
every sigh. For the way his little fingers Reach toward heaven’s open sky.
Thank You for the prairie mornings, Where his life will
learn to grow and stand. For the sunlight dancing on the grasses, Like Your
goodness across the land.
Thank You for the gentle evenings, Where the firelight warms
the room. For the peace that settles softly Like a hymn beneath the moon.
Thank You for the strength You’ll give him When the trail
grows rough and wide. For the courage shaped within him With You walking by his
side.
Thank You for the joy he brings us, For the laughter pure
and bright. For the way his little presence Turns the dust to golden light.
Thank You, Jesus, for this cowboy— This child You formed
with tender care. A treasure placed upon our homestead, A blessing beyond
compare.
May he grow in truth and kindness, May his heart stay brave
and true. And may every step he ever takes Be guided, Lord, by You.
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Sunday, September 6, 2026
Melvin's and Melvina's Wedding - Story Humor
Friday, September 4, 2026
Bring Joy to the Father - Pumpkin Patch 0f Prayers Series
Wednesday, September 2, 2026
The Broken Tea Cup
Saturday, August 29, 2026
God's love Is Greater: Song
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