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Miracles, Like Milk!

Miracles, are everywhere, like milk!

A children’s story about miracles (and silliness!)

There is nothing quite as “makes you feel good all over inside” as a full, rich glass of milk and some fresh, just out of the oven cookies. Amelia, Ella and Busha are happily storytelling and fully enjoying the newest crop of cookies they just harvested from the oven!

Wait a minute…a who’s ever heard of a crop of cookies? Harvesting the oven? Just a fun word game we made up! Games are good for giggles – in this one, we change up the usual words with unexpected ones. A batch of cookies becomes a crop of cookies, and of course you harvest a crop, even if it’s from an oven.

Miracles, are everywhere, like milk!

Now that the cookie harvest is in, it’s time to milk the jug! Busha carefully holds the jug up and Amelia and Ella take turns squeezing imaginary cow udders full of milk into their glasses. Finally, time to enjoy the sweet and chewy, homey hearty (and joyfully dunkable) treats.

Curious Amelia asks (with her mouth only partly full of cookies!), “Busha, how does a cow make milk?”

“Well, that’s quite the good question, Amelia,” a panicked Busha replies, with images of biology school boards, and chemical reactions and life cycles thrashing around wildly inside her brain.

A sense of calm and clarity settles the bouncy-castle hopping thoughts in Busha’s head. “Let’s ask a different question, WHY does a cow make milk? Do you know why a cow makes milk, Amelia?”

Amelia nods, excited to share what she’s been learning. “Mommy cows make milk to feed their babies, until they’re old enough to be able to eat grass.”

“A perfect answer!” Busha applauds! “Baby cows need to be fed to grow into big cows, and milk from mommy cows was the solution! Science describes and analyzes and particular-izes how that all happens, but the marvelous thing to me is, there was a need, and there was an answer! Isn’t that amazing?”

Amelia isn’t sure Busha answered her question at all, but Ella pops in with, “Does that mean there’s always an answer when there’s a need?”

Busha hugs them both, so closely, “There was a very famous scientist, named Albert Einstein. He discovered so much about the nature of the universe. But I think his most important discovery, is that everything is a miracle! Life is filled with miracles, just look, and you’ll find there’s always an answer when there’s a need.”

Amelia and Ella look at each other, “We NEED more cookies, Busha!” and every one laughs. As Busha fills their plates, lovingly, a thought runs through her head, ‘miracles, they really never do cease, do they?’

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Sky dancing with unicorns!

sky dancing with unicorns drawing

Amelia, Ella and Busha are sharing some milk and happy face cookies. (Why make plain cookies when we can make them smiley faces? We smile when we make them, and they smile back at us when we eat them!)

“I had a dream about you two last night,” Busha begins. “Do you like to hear stories from dreams?”

“You can tell us your dream, Busha,” Amelia answers. “My mouth is going to be full of cookes and milk anyhow.” Ella, whose mouth is already packed and spilling cookies, nods.

Busha starts, “I dreamt I was in a big grassy field, the kind you see in front of castles in ‘Once upon a time…’ stories. Such a lovely feeling, being there – the fresh smell from the grass, a light breeze like a loving touch on my face, puffball clouds floating across the blue as a lake blue sky.”

Sky dancing with unicorns drawing

“I was so enjoying myself, it took awhile before I heard the laughter behind me, coming closer and closer. I turned around just in time to get out of the way of — Amelia and Ella galloping by me…on unicorns!”

“I want to ride unicorns, Busha,” Ella chirps up, between chews of chewy cookies. “Can we go ride unicorns sometime?”

Busha smiles. “We certainly can in dreams, Ella, and you are a fantastic unicorn rider. I was amazed at you and Amelia both – you galloped by me, then took your unicorns dancing high in the sky. It was so much fun to see you two — weaving back and forth across each other’s path, up and down and upside down, loop-de-looping, manes and tails of your unicorns swooshing and flapping. I felt so warm inside and happy, watching the beautiful play unfolding above me!”

“Finally, you all decided to take a break. You landed softly, hopped off your unicorns, and walked over to give me big hugs. We all tumbled to the cool grass, full of laughter, bubbling over with what I saw and what you felt. I heard myself say, ‘that was quite the performance, who won?'”

“I loved when you both looked at me, and the exact same words popped out of both of your mouths.”

“Well, who won?” Ella asked.

“My darlings,” Busha continued, “the wisdom in your words melt my heart. I asked who won, and you both answered, ‘Who cares?’ I was so touched, I woke up, and that same feeling of love and appreciation is still in my heart. When I forget what’s important, you two are always there to remind me.”

Amelia nods and gives Busha a big hug. Ella finishes her milk, and asks, “Next time we’re sky dancing with unicorns, can I ride the pink one?”

A big smile starts in Busha’s heart and spreads all the way to her arms as she hugs them both.

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Remembering Heaven…

Childrens story about eaven

Here we are, Amelia, Ella and Busha, lying on the cool grass watching the clouds slip and dance across the sky.

“Busha, tell me about Heaven,” Amelia pips.

“I so wish to remember Heaven,” sighs Busha.

“Busha, that’s silly!” Amelia laughs. “How could you remember? Heaven is where people go when they die, and you haven’t been dead!”

Busha smiles. “Not that I remember! ! I just have so many questions thinking about heaven – I feel as if I should know, but maybe I just don’t remember! I truly believe there’s a part of us that goes to Heaven when the body dies, but where is that part now? Do I have two parts? I don’t feel as if I have two parts – is the part that goes to Heaven asleep? If part of me knows it’s going to Heaven, it must know there is a Heaven – why does the other part not know? It’s all so very hard to figure out, I feel it’s right there, if I could just remember!”

As Busha stops talking, she sees Amelia and Ella staring at her, mouths hanging open. She laughs, “Too much information, I see. Let’s play…statue!”

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What a world!

Amelia wakes up with the happiest smile on her face!

Busha asks “Did you have a nice dream?” Amelia shakes her head up down up down up down – yes, yes yes! “Tell me all about it,” Busha whispers as she snuggles up next to her in bed.

Amelia, with her eyes closed, remembering, begins. “There’s this beautiful, shiny golden bouncy ball, up to my waist it’s so big. I’m bouncing it in front of me – bong, bong, bong, it goes with each bounce, bounce bounce. But the gold on the outside starts cracking as I’m playing – first it’s cracking, and then a few more bounces and some gold is flaking off, and a few more bounces and gold flakes are flying everywhere, like shaking snow in a now globe. “

At first, I was a little sad because the gold was so pretty, but it was fun to watch it flying around as I was bouncing, too! When the gold is all gone, inside the ball, I see the world, from way, way, way up high, like seeing the ground below through the clouds above. I move around the ball and see the tops of huge tall buildings with ribbons of busy streets. I see winding twisty rivers cutting through green leafy forests and giant fields. And water! Such pretty blue water everywhere, everything in between the pieces of busy earth is wet sky blue.

Busha smiles, “That sounds like such a beautiful picture!” Amelia goes on, “But then, some clouds like cotton candy in the sky right under my hand start to come closer and closer together, and, Busha there was the most beautiful face in those clouds just under my hand. I was hearing in my head, ‘I love you, Amelia, I so love you!’ over and over. It was like I was hugging the whole world, and it was hugging me back!”

Busha sighs, “What a sweet dream!”

“Busha, if I hug the world in my heart, do you think it will hug me back, like in my dream?” Amelia asks.

“Why not try it, and see?” suggested Busha.

Amelia closes her eyes for a long time. Busha sees the smile on Amelia’s face become bigger, and warmer, and happier, and a little tear of joy slips down Busha’s cheek. ‘What a world,’ dances across her mind.

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