Time For A Story!

The Christmas Story

2009-11-19T09:55:00.000-08:00

It's Christmas time in a Holiday cheer,

boys and girls in a Holiday geer.

Sleep now, Sleep now for Santa is coming

in his carriage so fine and fair.

It's Christmas time in a Holiday cheer,

parents, elfs and workers galore help Santa

to prepare for this wonderful event.

Santa oh Santa in his Holiday geer,

goes to each little boy and girl who has been

good all this year.

It's Christmas Time in a Holiday cheer.

Have you've been good for O' Saint Nick?

The night is cold and the air is crisp.

But each little angels watch over our fair little ones

as they sleep so tenderly and loving.

It's Christmas Time in a Holiday Cheer.

As we celebrate the birth of our Savior.

One, the star on the right so bright and beautiful.

Two, the angels in heaven sing of the birth of the Savior.

Three, the wise men come from a faraway land to come and worship the holy babe.

Four, we come in peace to worship our Lord and Savior who has come to the world.

The Adventures Of The Three Mice

2009-03-14T09:21:00.000-07:00

The Adventures Of The Three Mice

In David's Chamber

Written by Mary Church

Once upon a time there lived three mice in David's Chamber, their names were Susie, Dookie, And Cookie. Many times the three mice would go around the picnic tables and eat up left over food that has either been dropped off and onto the floor. Susie decides she wants to climb while Dookie decides to be a daredevil and Cookie is the one that is wise. Like the story in the three little pigs. Susie and Dookie know that cats would eat mice but they didn't think that if they were by any humans then they would be safe.

"Shame Shame Shame!" scorned Cookie. "Mama and Papa were killed by a cat and you don't go by the forcautions? How much shame! oh for shame!" Cookie scolded as Susie and Dookie roll their eyes and went on to what they were doing.

"Awe Cookie you worry to much!" Said Susie as Dookie snickered.

"Yeah You worry to much!" Dookie snickered as Susie laughed.

"Just you wait! The cat will eat you and you will be sorry you didn't listen to me!" Cookie warned her siblings (and she hoped they wouldn't get eaten but hope they could learn a lesson from what had happened to their parents).

"Ooh I'm scared!" Susie pretended to be scared.

"You better be!" said Cookie and with that she turned around and went to find more food.

As the day went on Cookie worried about her siblings, she didn't know if they were safe until she had heard a high pitch squill that had sent cold chills up and down her spine. "SUSIE! DOOKIE!" Cookie squeaked as she rushed as fast as she could to safe her siblings from their last living fate.

As Cookie had ran as fast as she could, all she could think about was saving her sister and brother knowing that it was her duty. That no matter what had happened to her life she would give it up to safe her sister and brother from a awful fate that would become their destruction.

When Cookie had reached up to where her siblings were, she had seen how close Mondie the cat was close to her siblings, seeing her eyes watch Susie and Dookie with hunger in them. "Oh No You don't!" Cookie squeaked as she bit the cat on the tail so hard that the cat yelped and had ran with it's tail behind it's legs. When the cat was over Cookie sighed with relief that her siblings were alright. But what a sight it was to see them all hiding behind some cheese that could not at all protect them from the cat! And they surely had learned their lessons for being foolish like the three little pigs were!

Sherk and....DONKIE!

2008-06-11T12:18:00.018-07:00

Eric and Aurora

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Coloring pictures

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Coloring Pages

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Coloring Pictures

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Coloring Pictures

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Coloring Pages

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Disney Pics I

2008-06-11T12:18:00.010-07:00

The ABCs

2008-06-11T12:18:00.009-07:00

Disney Classics

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Jenny's Penny

2008-06-11T12:18:00.001-07:00

It was a fine beautiful day as Jenny Benigian was babysitting for her sister Anjelica Lorenteal.

Earning a penny was scarce in Jenny's family ever since her father was laid off,
and so Jenny was lucky to even earn a penny for babysitting for her sister Anjelica.

During Sunday, the stake president had came to talk to her ward about giving the pennies to give it towards the temple.

Of course Jenny wanted to do something for God's house but giving her penny away would make her cry.

And especially which the penny was her only piece of evidence that she had worked hard for, but the message was strong that Jenny was in tears that day.

How can she give up her only penny?

Jenny had stood up and had ran out of the chapel, obiviously sad that she had to give up her only penny.

Bishop Hornright had seen this and with caringly feelings he had got up and had walked out of the chapel, seeing Jenny tremble with grief and with tears flodding down his cheeks, he had compassion towards Jenny.

"Jenny are you having a hard time because what you have heard?" Bishop Hornright had asked as Jenny nodded with her tiny hands trembling and her ears flooding with tears.

"Yes sssir" Jenny said sobbing.

"Giving money is hard, especially in your state where you are. And you have every right to feel that way. But do you remember what the parable of the foolish servant who had buried his talent?" Bishop Hornright asked as Jenny had nodded then clearing her throat she had began to tell the story.

"The Master had given each servant talents, one had a more the second had a bit more and the last servant had one talent. When the master had went away, the two servants were wise with their talents and spent it wisely. But the last servant who was foolish had buried his only talent in the ground. He was afraid that he would loose the talent. When the master had came back, he had asked how they had used their talents. After the two servants had told what they did with their talents, the master had came towards the last servant, of which the servant had told he had buried his talent. The Master was angry." Jenny said with tears in her eyes, she knew that she was that foolish servant.

But Bishop Hornright didn't say that Jenny was just like the foolish servant in the parable, but he had just smiled and had gathered her in his arms and had hugged her.

"Who do you think the Master in the parable represents?" Bishop Hornright asked kindly to Jenny.

"Jesus Christ" Jenny had gussed.

"That's right Jenny, and who do you think are the Lord's servants?" Bishop Hornright asked as Jenny trembled even more.

"We are!" Jenny cried.

"Yes we are Jenny, and you are correct. We are the Lord's servants, and the talents we use are what God has given us. You see we don't own the money, the lord does and that means he loans it to us, all we have to do his pay him back by paying our tithing and fast offerings. Jenny, the lord loves you and he will never be angry with you if you keep his commandments. I know it is hard but you are doing the best that you can" Bishop Hornright said kindly as he hugged Jenny.

The next Sunday, Jenny had put her only penny in the tithting envelope, with tears in her eyes she had given it to Bishop Hornright and said with a smile but tears were in her eyes. "Here is my talent that can go towards building the temple. Bishop Hornright. Now the Lord won't have to be angry with me" Jenny said as the bishop had his own tears going down his face.

By My Fruits Ye Shall Know Them

2008-05-19T16:35:00.002-07:00

Melyissa had looked out the window, she had just been told by her family that if she had joined any other church besides their church, she would be thrown out. That had torn Melyissa's heart apart as she was torn apart from her church family or her real family who would have nothing to do with her if she had joined a church.

"You are not to join the Mormons, I forbid you Mel, don't you think about it for one second!" Mel had remembered her father's words.

Tears formed her eyes as she packed all of her things, she would be homeless but she was not going to stay here and be torn apart from her family.

As Melyissa had boarded the bus, she had went to the church and was baptized, then Melyissa had grabbed for her passport and had given it to a man to show that she was leaving France forever, once she reached America, she would be free for once in her life.

"Oh God. If you're there, please help me be strong. Please help my family under stand why I had to do this" Melyissa had said as she then had closed her eyes and she knew that her life was going to be different for the rest of her life.

Goodbye Loren

2008-05-19T16:35:00.001-07:00

It was clearly the day that the Billard family knew that they were going to loose their child. But the Billard family were not going to give up hope, and though they were told that Loren would not live another day. The Billard family knew that God was there and that God could do all things if possible. It was a stormy night as Emilia had a feel that her sister was going to die today. With tears in her eyes she had pleaded in a song A CHILD'S PRAYER. In singing this song, she hoped that God would hear and answer her prayer.

Heavenly Father,
Are you Really there?
And Do you hear and answer every child's prayer?
Some say that heaven is faraway, but I feel it
close around me, each time I pray. Heavenly Father
I remember now. Something that Jesus told deciples
long ago. Suffer the children to come to me. Father
in prayer I coming now to thee.
-Amen

Sometimes we cannot understand what things happen like they happen. But one thing to know that no one is alone in this, everyone has lost someone that they have loved very dearly to their hearts. Though the Billard family had lost their beloved family member, they had only lost her on earth, she had only went away from her mortal body but she had went beyond the veil. Sometimes we all just need a little bit more faith.

Dear Little Sir

2008-05-19T16:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Little Sir
© Mary Church

Dear Little sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where children play with safety all around them.

Dear Little sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where there is no war involved.

Dear Little Sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where everyone is greeted kindly with a smile.

Dear Little Sir what do you think is beyond the river?
Where there is no tensions around.

Every time I look beyond the river.
I always yearn to be over there.

Dear Little Sir what is on your mind?
That you too secretly want to be over
there with everybody else.

Romance At Church

2008-04-09T17:47:00.000-07:00

It was the fourth month of the seventh day of the year two thousand and eight, when the Bishop had anounced there was going to be a BALL at the church. Everyone was to wear something that fit in the era of Joseph and Emma Smith. But the clothes had to be modest and with the youth also going to be there, the bishop had wanted it to be extra special.

All the girls had stared at each other as they had waited their turn to sing at the pulpit, with the excitement in their hearts they had tried to settle down. Dancing with the guys that were in the singles branch in the ward was going to be the most exciting thing, especially when there was going to be a band there at the stadium that the bishop had made special reserves there, the band was going to be a complete surprise and it would even excite some of the girls that had made the right gueses.

But as sacrement meeting had ended a curtain girl had stayed away in the crowd, she had felt uneasy around people and had wanted to go home. She had no friends at all and she had not been treated right, but a certain handsome fellow had came to her with a big smile and had said "May I escort you to sunday school?" the boy from the singles branch had asked as the girl had smiled shyly and nodded. "Thank you" the girl replied as the boy had taken her to sunday school which was going to be held with the singles. The girl had smiled, maybe church was going to be great after all!

Oldaio (a cinderella story)

2008-04-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

It was a beautiful fall day as Miranda had looked out the window, it was just like she had dreamed it would be. The colors were very colorful and it was a beautiful sight to see at last.

Although the weatherman had said there would be slight chances of snow, that did not bother Miranda one bit, at least for now. Miranda was looking out the window of her bedroom, the attic had been created into a room when Miranda's father remarried after the late death of Miranda's mother. Collier James Palmer was a sucessful businessman who had made top dollar on every single thing that he had made, his second wife was said to be the hated woman in the world, if anyone knew her they would not even bother to call on her.

Melissa Rounder Palmer the second wife of Collier was very proud and had thought of her daughters the only beautiful daughters in the world, she had counted Miranda as a low dirt girl who did not know where she had came from. Melissa was six foot four, weighing one hundred and sixty-two pounds with having not a single freckle nor a single pimple nothing on her body except for her thick hair that was ontop of her head, her eyes blue like the sea and her hair a extreme bleach color blond that would blind your eyes if you had ever seen it in the light, her skin is very pale and if you had seen her then you would probably think she is a ghost of how pale she is. Even though she is like a devil's angel by her actions, but her voice sounds like a angel singing when she sings. Her "opera" vibrato voice would make you melt.

But the distractions is that her nose sticks out cricked and is rather large and her lips looked like they had been smashed in the door as how big the lips look like. No matter how awful or beautiful she may look her actions towards her step-daughter is very cruel indeed as it is, and though Collier could do nothing for Miranda was forbidden not to say a word, somehow and some way Miranda's wish will come true.

Hanson The Custard Maker

2008-02-13T12:48:00.000-08:00

Once upon a dream there was a man name Buster Hanson, in the land far faraway Buster was the custard maker in the land.

Hanson had made the best custard ever that everywhere he went everyone asked about his recipes and how he had made such great tastes.

Even the King Joseph had looked at Hanson with great affection of kindness.

Anyone who hated Hanson's work and hated Hanson would have to stick up to the town, which everywhere Hanson went the King would send one of his most valient men to be with Hanson so he would not get harmed.

Hanson had started cooking at the age of five when his mother had gotten very sick, and his father was away at war who ended up dead the next day.

If you had ever the chance to taste a custard then think of those good times in a land far of the most faraway place in a tiny village where Hanson the custard maker making the best of the very best custards ever.

THE END!

The Mission

2008-02-02T16:33:00.000-08:00

Prologue

This is a story about a missionary who is preparing for a mission.

But the thing is he needs to be ready in order to be ready when the time comes.

As you ready the story, look for clues and answers that you can prepare yourself to be able to prepare yourself to go on a mission when you are a "mission" age.

Have fun! and Keep READING!

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It was a beautifull Fall day as Andrew looked out the window, he could see his younger siblings chase each other around the old oak tree.

Andrew had smiled to himself remembering when he was little of how he played just like that with his father when he was little. But that was many years ago and he would be turning nineteen and that meant he would be going on a mission very soon.

Even though they lived on a farm, and were the poorest family maybe past being dirt poor.

With his mother due to have her seventh child and with the hospital expense because of his brother's heart problem, things were different.

Andrew had sighed hoping that life would turn out just like he wanted it to become and hoped it would turn out like the way HE wanted it to happen.

The door had knocked as Andrew had gotten up seeing his fifteen year old sister standing there watching her brother, LydiaMarie was Andrew's very favorite sister and they were close. Andrew had seen his sister had turn from being a tomboy to turning into a beautiful young woman.

Andrw was so amazed at her testimony and how quickly boys had started to turn their heads as they had seen Andrew's younger sister LydiaMarie.

Andrew had thought it was amazing that LydiaMarie was turning sixteen.

She was five years younger than him and she was the second oldest to the rest of the younger children. "Thinking about going on a mission Andrew is that why you haven't come for breakfast?" LydiaMarie asked of which Andrew had nodded.

LydiaMarie could sense something was wrong and if you were sad deep down then she would have you sit down and have you talk what the problem was about. Andrew had started what he had thought what he had thought was important until LydiaMarie had just stared at him.

"Andrew, God has given us a family and yes we are poor but he has asked young men like you to serve a mission. There are people out there that need a Andrew Joseph Jackson out there. And if you don't go then think of the people you would have taught. What would happen to them?

Andrew I am happy for you to go and experience the life that would change you forever. Alice told me that you guys have talked about you going on a mission. She understands. She wants you to go and become God's tool. You had always wanted to be a missionary when we were little.

Don't ever lower your standards for a girl who doesn't want you to go on a mission but you should date someone who would encourage you to go on a mission. Yes being poor is hard Andrew. But face the fact that God needs you to do his work. We will be fine. I can promise you that for sure"

LydiaMarie had finished what she said putting her arms around her brother's waist and smiled at him. Andrew had smiled back knowing that he was sure darn thankful for the girl who was helping him becoming the man he was suppose to become.

What's Your Favorite Walt Disney Character?

2007-12-25T15:22:00.000-08:00

What is your favorite WD characters? write to me, email me, comment me, or call me and tell me!

Cinderella

2007-12-20T14:10:00.000-08:00

Yes! Cinderella needs a crown to be a queen but what are the roles that she needs to do; Cinderella has a trainer that teaches her stuff but what can the trainer teach.....can you guess

Cinderlla

2007-12-15T18:31:00.000-08:00

Chapter One: Gettin' This Right

Once upon a time along ago was the day when the king would announce that his son would take the place as King.

Cinderella would be Queen and there would be lessons on learning to be a Qeen.

What will Cinderella need to be Queen?

Can you guess what Cinderella needed?

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