Children are Precious

"Nothing You Do For Children Is Wasted"
Children are precious beings. Their minds are continually learning from birth. All newborn children sleep and eat for the first part of their lives, dependent on others to take care of them. As they get older, they began to look around and watch others. They listen to sounds and begin to make their own sounds (to us it sounds like gibberish), but they are learning to talk and communicate with the world. During the first years of their life, imprints are being made on their character. Spending time with children is very important because they need to be shaped and molded for experiences they will have later in life.
Children will put themselves in danger because they do not know what danger is.
They need to be taught. The stove is hot. Don’t go with strangers. Don’t go in the road. You can’t let them get this kind of experience in their own lives because they could be seriously hurt or killed.You need to teach them about danger. One danger in this time and age is being accosted by strangers. Children need to be taught to avoid strangers.
When my grandchildren were very young, they were like any children: curious, mischievious, and very lovable. One morning, while their Mom slept, they got up and decided to take the dog (Polly) for a walk. I guess at that time they were about three and four years old. They put a leash on Polly and started up the hill behind their home to the road. They went down the road, the same road they had traveled many times before,but in their car and with their parents. They made it to their grandmother’s house. One little boy, one little girl and a dog. They made it safely. My, but what a risk they took! They told us later that one car passed them and they just got out of the road. What if the person in that car was an abductor or a pedophile? I might not have my grandchildren today.
Spending time teaching children about danger is time well spent. It is certainly not time wasted. Let us teach our children about danger. A child taught could be a child saved. Think about it.
By: Wanda

Sunday School Teachers

Nothing you do for children is ever wasted.

When I was a child I had the greatest Sunday school. Every Sunday my teacher; Patricia McGuire; would tell us stories in a way that a child would understand. We would make crafts, play games, and she would bring snacks. You didn’t just have to sit there and listen and not say a word. If you had a questions you could just asked her and she would explain it in a way you would understand. We would get awards for perfect attendance, learning bible verse, and every year she would have us a birthday party in Sunday school class and bake our favorite cake. She was such a light to me. She made bible learning fun and interesting. She brought about the greatest change in my life when she led me to the Lord. Even though I strayed later in years and have returned I never forgot my Sunday school teacher who taught me about the Lord.

Now that I am an adult and attend church I love helping the children in Sunday school. I’m not a Sunday school teacher but I help with the children every chance I get. I help Sara; the Sunday school teacher for the toddlers; every Sunday. Sara reminds me of the Sunday school teacher that I had when I was a child. It is so amazing to see the children learn about the bible. I hope when they grow up that they don’t forget the things that they learned in Sunday school.

I’m not the only one who has been influence by a Sunday school teacher. I once heard a man tell a story about a Sunday school teacher who got discouraged. She went to her pastor and told him that she wanted to resign from teaching. The pastor didn’t want her to quit because he knew what a great influence she was to the children. The pastor prayed that the Lord would change her mind. In just a short time the pastor got a letter in the mail from a man who used to go to his church. As the pastor read the letter he knew the Lord had answered his prayer. The man wrote that he was a homeless drug addict. The man was in such a bad shape that he wanted to end his life and kill himself. Right when the man was going to pull the trigger he remembered his Sunday school teacher that he had when he was a child. The man never killed himself in fact the man became a Christian. This letter encouraged the Sunday school teacher and she kept right on teaching. It just goes to prove that nothing you do for children is ever wasted.

Encouragement

What we do for children ‘
by: Christina
As I grew up in a middle class family with three sisters and one brother, I often wondered, “Why life was so complex”. I never seemed to ask for anything, except to be able to hang out with my friends. My early years of age was playful and fun, but slowly fading away. Things began changing when I was around the age of 11-12 years old.
While Dad was gone a lot because of his job, Mom stayed home to take care of us children. Sometimes it wasn’t easy for her to do. Unfortunately, she suffered from migraine headaches quite often and couldn’t tend to the house, us kids, or even herself. Things started coming at me from all directions and threw me for a loop,trying to become a teenager and turning into an adult all at the same time. With Dad working to make ends meet, and Mom being sick all the time, I became the mom.
Even though I wasn’t the only child at home, I still grew up to be mom. My older sister was lazy and didn’t care, while the other one was to young to understand anything about life. So I took things one-step at a time and before I knew it I was doing everything that Mom would do. Learning to cook wasn’t an easy task and laundry was very tiring, but Dad was working to keep a roof over our head and put food in our mouths, “what more should a child ask for?"
Sometimes I would feel like I was being punished, but now that I’m married and have two children of my own, I realize that I was given a gift. A gift of life to give life. I have always believed that things happen for a reason and they do. I thank my parents for the things they did and still do for me, while hoping my children will appreciate what I do for them.