Trust that God hears and answers
prayers
By Bill Conley
Moral to the Story:
God hears every prayer, even the small ones.
Sometimes he answers right away.
Sometimes he surprises us with something even better.
But he always listens when we pray.
Benny was a soft, fluffy bunny with
droopy ears, bright eyes, and a gentle heart. He lived in a neat little burrow
beneath the roots of a willow tree, just beyond Maple Meadow. Benny loved
carrots, clover tea, and—most of all—his quiet talks with God.
Every morning, Benny hopped out of
bed, stretched his legs, and said a little prayer.
“Good morning, God! Thank you for
today. Help me be kind, and please let me find a juicy carrot!”
That was Benny—simple, cheerful, and
full of faith.
One morning, Benny couldn’t find his
favorite red ball. He looked under his bed. He looked in the garden. He even
checked his sock drawer (even though bunnies don’t wear socks).
“No ball,” he sighed.
Benny sat under the big daisy bush
where he often prayed. He folded his paws and whispered, “Dear God, please help
me find my red ball. I miss it. Thank You. Amen.”
A few minutes later, as he was
hopping past the birdbath, he noticed something shiny behind it.
His red ball!
It had rolled all the way down the
hill and gotten stuck behind a bush. Benny giggled with joy. “Thank you, God!”
he said out loud, hugging the ball close.
That day, Benny learned that God
listens—even to prayers about lost toys.
Later that week, Benny wanted to
play with his friend Penny the Porcupine. But when he knocked on her log house,
her mom said, “Penny is feeling sad today and doesn’t want to play.”
Benny’s ears drooped. He shuffled
back home.
That night before bed, he knelt
beside his cozy blanket and whispered, “Dear God, please help Penny feel happy
again. I love playing with her. Amen.”
The next day, Penny came knocking on
his door with a big smile and a basket of pinecone muffins.
“I feel better today,” she said.
“Wanna play hop-and-roll?”
Benny smiled so big his cheeks
puffed up. He had prayed, and God had helped Penny.
One afternoon, Benny noticed
something strange. The sun was shining, but the air felt too warm and sticky.
All the flowers in the meadow were drooping. Even the bees were too tired to
buzz.
The grass was turning yellow.
“There hasn’t been rain in a long
time,” Mama Bunny said, looking worried. “The garden needs water, or we won’t
have enough food next week.”
Benny blinked. No garden? No
carrots?
He ran to the daisy bush, dropped to
his knees, and prayed.
“Dear God, we really need rain. Not
just for our garden, but for the flowers, the trees, and the bees. Please send
a little rain soon. Amen.”
That night, Benny looked up at the
stars and wondered if God had heard.
The next morning, he awoke to the
sound of drip... drip... splatter!
Rain!
Not a storm, not thunder—just gentle
raindrops soaking into the thirsty ground.
Benny raced outside, twirled in the
puddles, and said, “Thank you, God!”
One day, Benny prayed something
different. Something he wasn’t sure God would answer.
“God,” he said, “I want to learn how
to whistle.”
He had tried so many times, puffing
out air between his buck teeth, but it never worked. He watched the birds do it
all day long and wished he could too.
“I know it’s a silly prayer,” he
whispered, “but I really want to learn. Amen.”
Days passed. Benny kept practicing. Pfffffft.
Pfffft. Nothing.
But then one afternoon, while
hopping home from Lily Pond, he tried again—and out came a little tweet!
He froze. “Did I just whistle?”
He tried again. Tweet!
He danced with joy.
“God! You even helped with that!”
As the seasons changed, Benny kept
praying—sometimes for things big, sometimes small. And he always remembered to
say thank you.
When his baby sister Bunny Lou
finally stopped crying at night, he thanked God for helping Mama sleep.
When his daffodils bloomed early, he
thanked God for color.
When he found a shiny button in the
grass and gave it to a friend who had lost one, he whispered, “Thanks for
helping me help.”
Benny knew not every prayer was
answered the way he hoped. Sometimes it took time. Sometimes things happened
differently than he imagined.
But he had learned something
important.
God always heard him.
And he always cared.
Moral Poem:
When your heart feels light or blue,
Say a prayer—God’s close to you.
He listens softly to every call,
Whether it’s big or very small.
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